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The heavy bass resonates through the stadium, setting the whole stage thrumming under Ryujin’s boots. A smile sneaks its way onto her lips. She made the perfect choice insisting on a suit and tie combination. It’s been a while since she’s chosen to don something this traditionally masculine, and she’s buzzing with excitement. She’s getting an extra boost in confidence she didn’t know she needed for tomorrow’s stage.
She was the last to go for tonight’s practice run but she wasn’t tired at all. Not even after hours of gruelling practice, or the lack of food she’s had throughout the day. She feels extra in sync with her body, with the stage. The red light she was bathed in sets a sultry, sexy tone, while the spotlight tracking her made her moves even sharper. Every move feels effortless. She can tell she’s doing even better than she had been with this particular piece. So are her dancers, they’re moving as one cohesive unit.
She missed this. This feeling of being one with the stage. It’s where she belongs.
Although, it’s a little more special tonight. She has to attribute some of this surreal sensation to the two pairs of eyes glued to her every step. That she’d caught watching her from the backstage wing while she was waiting for her cue.
There was a lot going on throughout the rehearsal, between the numerous outfit changes, an issue with the video playback desyncing, and a frantic last minute formation change, she hadn’t gotten a chance to look at her girlfriend’s stage outfits.
Admittedly, she couldn’t make out anything past their silhouettes under the dimmed lights, but their gaze alone, roaming up and down her body, was enough to set her on fire. She slipped on her in-ear monitor and threw them a wink as she stepped onto the stage.
Ryujin always danced better with an audience.
Tomorrow this dance would belong to their fans, but for tonight, this was for Yeji and Chaeryeong. The mic stand was merely a stand-in, a temporary placeholder as she dedicated every lyric to her girls, dancing with only the two of them in mind.
She slows down as the final bass line carries her to the end. She doesn’t remember the last time she felt her blood pumping this hard in her ears from a simple rehearsal.
She couldn’t have been happier with the final product. The red stage lights fade into a warmer neutral tone and she whips her head around to the backstage wing, eager to see both of their reactions, but falters at the empty spots.
Surely, they were watching, right?
Someone thrusts a phone into her hand and she refocuses, hiding the frown by taking a sip of water. She flirts with the idea of calling it a day and running off to her girlfriends but despite how good she felt about the stage, her perfectionist roots persist. She takes pride in her craft and she has to earn the right to bask in the feeling of a performance gone well. Her girls enjoy that side of her too.
Only a few minute details need tweaking in the choreography, so she retries the mic stand kick and trick a few more times before she’s satisfied, thanking the crew for their dedication and slips backstage. More importantly, figuring out where her girlfriends went. She’s a little ticked off now that her professional brain has started to switch off. The song was dedicated to them, surely they knew that.
She peels her in-ears off, trying to feed it through her shirt, but it annoyingly catches on something. She turns around to find her stylist and ask for help, but a waft of cinnamon promptly freezes her in place.
There she is.
The cinnamon presence warms the space around her, although it’s clear there’s an edge there as it looms over her. It’s a tad overbearing if she’s being frank, how it’s swirling around her like a vulture circling its prey.
Yeji’s fingers brush the back of her neck as she tucks Ryujin’s hair to one side, sending a trail of goosebumps down her spine. She gulps when Yeji sneaks up her suit jacket and unclips the mic pack from her trousers, gliding past the sliver of skin exposed from untucking her shirt as she presses the mic pack into her hands. Her voice dips into that familiar sultry tone as she says, “You should wear suits more often.”
She picks at the edge of the suit jacket absentmindedly before her hands dig into the front Ryujin’s hips. Yeji is so close that each exhale of air skirts past her shirt collar and cascades down her neck. She whispers into her ear, “You look so fucking handsome.”
Yeji’s hand finds the dip under her pelvic bone and pulls them flush. Ryujin staggers forward, heat surging up her neck at the feeling of Yeji pressed up against her. She wrings herself free from Yeji with a swift spin, alarmingly aware of the number of people around, the eyes tracking their every move.
Even in the dim backstage lighting, Yeji’s pupils look so dark, the blush sits high on her cheekbones, accompanied by an all too handsome smirk playing on her lips as the light catches on her canines.
Ryujin gulps involuntarily and feels the front of her suit trousers tighten. Her blonde hair is lightly mussed, lips more swollen than this morning. No doubt the work of someone very special. The hunger and desire in Yeji’s eyes is so potent she looks borderline wolfish.
She rips her gaze away from Yeji’s and searches for her manager. There is no way either of them are waiting until they get home.
Yeji loops an arm around her elbow and winks. “We’ve got it covered.”
//
Three steps, Ryujin counts, it takes exactly three steps into her changing room before she gets pushed up against the wall and trapped in by a pair of hungry lips.
She throws her arms around Yeji’s shoulders, her heart skipping a beat when Yeji cushions her impact with a hand behind her head. She doesn’t have time to swoon before Yeji grazes her scent gland with her nose and her breath hitches. It’s unfair how easy Yeji flusters her. She was ready to bask in the confidence the tailored brown suit gave her but all she wants is to sink into the comfort of Yeji’s hand on her head and tilt her head to give Yeji all the access she wants to stake her claim.
The golden hue on Yeji’s skin is even more apparent when contrasted with the white halter top of her stage outfit. Her lips settle into a softer, less feral curl, her cupid’s bow sitting proudly on her lips as she gives Ryujin some space to breathe.
“Sorry.” Yeji says, cradling the side of her cheek. “I shouldn’t have been such a brute.” She plants a gentle kiss on the crown of Ryujin’s head. Her hands glide down the lapels of her suit jacket but her eyes never leave Ryujin’s. She smiles, “You were incredible on stage.”
Ryujin ducks her head sheepishly, “Thank you.” It doesn’t matter how many times Yeji compliments her, little comes close to that charming dimple and those warm brown eyes she calls home.
She doesn’t really care about what their crew potentially saw, they’ve seen and probably heard worse. It’s nothing a tiny bonus to their paychecks can’t fix.
Ryujin loops her finger onto the crisscross bow on Yeji’s top, before dropping her eyes down to the peek of soft, golden skin before it lands on the bulge in Yeji’s blue jean shorts. It looks as uncomfortable as it must feel against the rigid denim. She clears her throat gently, “But, I am open to a different kind of apology.”
Her hips are pinned against the wall before she can take another breath, Yeji is already grinning, canines catching the light, her tongue darting out between her lips, like she’s ready to devour Ryujin whole. Yeji husks, in that low tone that scratches all the right parts of her being, “Is that so, Shin Ryujin?”
Their lips are millimetres away when the sharp, striking sound of stiletto heels against the floor makes Ryujin jolt. Yeji calms her with a gentle hand on her waist and a fleeting cheek kiss before she spins to make room for someone special.
Ryujin huffs a short, breathy laugh despite the onslaught of cherry working its way through her system. It’s kind of incredible what Chaeryeong does to Yeji. Ryujin had been absolutely certain that Yeji would have taken her right then and there against the door mere seconds ago, but of course, she wasn’t the (only) one pulling the strings. No one manages to convince Yeji the way Chaeryeong does.
“I was wondering where you were.” Ryujin says, pushing off the wall. Her eyes flicker up and down Chaeryeong, who is still in her stage outfit, a cropped fluffy blue sweater, and the most barebones excuse for a pair of shorts Ryujin has ever seen. But perhaps, it’s what the outfit doesn’t hide that lights up every part of Ryujin’s brain. It’s not the first time Chaeryeong has transfixed Ryujin this way, and it will certainly not be the last. Each clack of her heels serves to quicken her heartbeat, those lean, muscled thighs asking to be loved, her taut stomach begging to be kissed.
“Ryeong, you’re-” Ryujin gets cut off as Chaeryeong shoves her hips back against the wall, grunting at the impact. It’s nothing she can’t handle, not when Chaeryeong soothes it by bringing their lips together. She curls an arm around Chaeryeong’s waist and chuckles under her breath. “Beautiful.”
That earns her a gentle smile and a warm, relaxed body leaning into her. Chaeryeong brushes the hair out of Ryujin’s eyes before her hands fall onto her shoulders. “I was buying us some time.”
Chaeryeong smooths the corner of her shirt as her eyes drift down. Ryujin smiles, if there’s anyone who likes seeing her in suits more than herself, it’s Chaeryeong. She would never admit it out loud, but it doesn’t take much to notice how her gaze lingers longer than normal, or the noticeable sweetness of her cherry.
Chaeryeong’s hand leisurely traces up the edge of her tie and she sighs, “You’re even more handsome up close.”
A smug smirk finds its way onto her lips, preparing something suave and smooth to respond with. But her throat dries up when Chaeryeong curls her fingers around the loose knot and pulls Ryujin in.
Ryujin swallows the whimper at the tip of her tongue and doesn’t submit the way Chaeryeong anticipates her to. She tugs again, their lips almost touching before she leans away, causing a small, sad noise to slip. This might be the first time she’s been teased out of not one, but two kisses by her girlfriends.
Chaeryeong keeps her hand firm on Ryujin’s tie as she beckons Yeji closer, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She twirls a loose strand of blonde hair and tucks it behind her ears, unearthing a dashingly handsome dimple.
“Where should we start first?” Chaeryeong says as her gaze snaps back to Ryujin, her grip unyielding.
Ryujin could so easily slip into their usual back and forth, let both of them show her how much they loved seeing her in a suit and drown in their love, lose herself when it comes to sex. She likes floating between whatever her girlfriends want. It’s not that she’s indecisive or doesn’t have an opinion on these things, she simply enjoys providing for her girls in her own way. Sometimes Chaeryeong gives her the reins and asks Ryujin to make her legs shake. Sometimes Yeji likes to bend her over and blow her back out. It’s the best of both worlds. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s easy to surrender to them, their skilful hands and eager lips know her pressure points far too well. Chaeryeong knows the ones that make Ryujin feel like she’s on top of the world and utterly invincible. Yeji knows how to turn her into a melting puddle, waiting to be scooped up into her arms. It would have been incredible no matter what they chose, but she wants something a little different.
Ryujin steps closer, causing the grip Chaeryeong had on her to go slack. She flattens her hand on Chaeryeong’s stomach, her thumb on the dip the muscle of her abs make. The same groove she’s shown endless kisses and soft brushes to. She pushes into Chaeryeong’s space, resting her other hand on her back, walking them further from the door. Her chocolate scent joins the swirl of cherry and cinnamon encasing them. Chaeryeong nuzzles into her neck, resting when she’s close to her gland. Yeji’s hand caresses the back of her head gently, nostrils flaring as she breathes in Ryujin’s scent.
With every wave she emits, she feels…stronger. It’s obvious that the two of them are deliberately doing this for her but it makes her feel so looked after. Her moment of fear and vulnerability wasn’t swept under the rug and forgotten.
Chaeryeong tightens her grip again but it’s not a warning or a command to obey her, she’s reacting to Ryujin’s scent, she’s clinging onto Ryujin because she needs her. Ryujin has always found it hard to pin Chaeryeong down. Yet, past all the layers that make Chaeryeong the enigma Yeji likes to call her. She’s her omega. Her Chaeryeong.
“I think Yeji should start by getting on her knees.”
She flattens her hand over Chaeryeong’s stomach again when she’s met with a pair of startled expressions, but she presses on and shrugs. “You’ve worked so hard for these, haven’t you?” She asks, “Why not have Yeji kiss them for you?”
She winks at Yeji. “Put those knee pads to good use.”
Yeji’s smile is a little too calm when she nods, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. There’s a potential that this might come back to haunt her later on, but for now she feels her spine tingle when Yeji closes the distance between them and tastes the quiet growl she’s subdued under her lips.
//
Ryujin sneaks her hand up her sweater and scrapes her nail along the elastic edge of Chaeryeong’s top, earning her a quiet and pointed hiss, “Ryujin.”
She’s already soothing it by planting a kiss to the base of her neck as they watch Yeji settle into place. There’s nothing like roaming Chaeryeong’s milky soft skin, she doesn’t care how many times she’s felt it, she’ll still be surprised by her pretty girl. Chaeryeong had forbidden them from marking her anywhere on her thighs the past few days and Ryujin’s just now realising why.
She slides her hand down to Chaeryeong’s thighs and coaxes them into parting, making ample space for Yeji. Chaeryeong tilts her head back onto her shoulder and she watches over her as Yeji kisses the line between her ribcage, barely under her sweater. A soft, delicate one before she pulls back and glances at both of them, like she’s waiting for confirmation or approval to continue.
Ryujin nods and Yeji follows the faint centre line down until she reaches her navel. When Chaeryeong whimpers, her abs tensing under the newfound attention. It’s one thing to be admired from a distance, but another thing entirely to be admired up close and intimately. Ryujin draws a small repeating loop on Chaeryeong’s thigh and coos, “I wish I was the one kissing you. Baby, you’re so beautiful.”
Chaeryeong chuckles under her breath, she cradles the back of Yeji’s head and arches into her, while she turns to the side to meet Ryujin’s awaiting lips. She mumbles against them, “Now, you are.”
“Isn’t she gorgeous, Ryujin?” Yeji says before leaving another trail of kisses.
Ryujin winks. “She’s all ours.”
Yeji’s finger traces the groove down Chaeryeong’s abs, stopping when she reaches the button of her shorts. She looks up at Chaeryeong and asks politely, “May I?”
Chaeryeong nods. Soon after, the buttons and zip are undone. Yeji dips down and presses her lips against the elastic waistband of the safety shorts underneath. She mumbles against her navel, “Pretty.”
Chaeryeong’s cheek heats up and she shuffles her weight on Ryujin’s lap, trying to shrink away from Yeji’s attention. Yeji doesn’t seem to mind, she shifts her focus onto her thighs, nestling a kiss to the most inner parts and waits. She still isn’t used to this type of slow and languid show of love, and it’s something Ryujin makes a quick mental note of.
Ryujin presses her lips together to fend off a moan when Chaeryeong brushes up against her, making her already growing hard-on, even more apparent. Chaeryeong must have felt her through the layers of fabric because she grinds down harder, hips drawing small circles, eager for the friction.
“Want me that badly?” She huffs, holding her hips still, forcing her to slow down.
Chaeryeong juts her hips back despite Ryujin’s grip on her, “You want me.”
There’s no point hiding the growing tent in her trousers. Ryujin chuckles and admits softly, “Yes, I do.” She dabs away the sweat gathering on Chaeryeong’s hairline and nudges her thick blue sweater up, exposing an extra inch of skin for Yeji to pepper with even more kisses.
Yeji nestles one under the hem of her bra before helping Ryujin set the piece aside. A tender smile on her lips as she takes in Chaeryeong. Her black wavy hair cascading and framing her pretty face, her mystical elf-like ears peeking through the dark curtains, her beautiful, fair and milky skin that Ryujin doesn’t dare blemish. Yeji’s hand sneaks behind Chaeryeong's back, holding her close as she presses a long, delicate kiss to her sternum.
Chaeryeong tangles her hand into Yeji’s hair and lets out a shaky whine, pulling her up and bringing their lips together. With how intense Chaeryeong’s cherry scent is getting, Ryujin expects it to be all tongue and teeth but she digs her hands into her blonde hair and simply melts into Yeji. Who kisses back just as gently, cradling Chaeryeong’s cheek when their lips inevitably part for air. Both their cheeks dusted with a soft pink. Has Ryujin mentioned how much she loves her girlfriends? How much she loves that they love each other?
Ryujin toys with the hem of Chaeryeong’s sweater and slides her hand under to brush along her ribs, even those are pretty. Chaeryeong’s breath hitches and she says, “Take it off.”
Ryujin obeys, she slides the sweater off and carefully sets it aside, still aware enough not to mess up the sweater for tomorrow’s fanmeet.
A wave of heat shoots down her back at the sight of the defined lines on Chaeryeong’s shoulder and back. She’s taken up weightlifting and running recently, and it’s starting to show in the tautness under her fingertips.
Yeji quickly lays another soft kiss on the exposed skin, giving the little groove some more attention, the tip of her nose nudging the hem of her sports bra. Chaeryeong pushes her hips back into Ryujin, chasing after some type of relief. It causes another intense spike in her cherry scent, Yeji and her eyes meet before Yeji ducks down to plant even more kisses, getting even more into it now that they seem to have riled her up more than she imagined possible.
Yeji traces a path down again, getting close to the edge of Chaeryeong’s underwear, before her gaze snaps up and makes both their heartbeats trip over their rhythm.
Her tongue darts out between her plush, pink lips, and she drags it up the side of Chaeryeong’s abs, licking those muscles like she’s catching a drop of melted ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Those eyes burning with desire as she dives in for a second and third lick. Chaeryeong’s breath quickens and she’s panting soon after, a red hue rising up her neck, melting with her milky skin.
Ryujin takes a sharp shaky inhale herself, jaw hanging loose as she watches, speechless. Her suit jacket feels absurdly stuffy and warm. She tugs on her shirt collar and pushes her sleeves up further. She kisses the shell of Chaeryeong’s ear, finding it warm and red from all the teasing.
“You like that?” She says, voice dripping like honey in her ear. Chaeryeong nods, reaching to lace their hands together and squeezing gently.
Yeji leaves a loud kiss on her midline before she dips down to do what Ryujin assumes to be the same treatment on the other side, but she focuses on a softer area of her tummy, where there’s a little more give to the skin, showing it an equal amount of attention and love as the tauter areas above.
Yeji’s gaze flickers up to meet Ryujin’s, throwing a quick and subtle wink before she takes the skin between her lips and tugs.
“Yeji.” Chaeryeong gasps, nearly jumping out of Ryujin’s lap, looking down frantically.
Ryujin’s eyes widen anxiously, shifting to try and get a better look.
“Did you—” The words die out on her tongue when Yeji’s giggle fills the space between them.
“I wanted to.” Yeji shrugs, placing her hand over Chaeryeong’s, her thumb brushing the back gently.
Ryujin sags against the couch. Yeji wouldn’t have done something that rash and caused a chain of panic and frantic wardrobe changes. Chaeryeong sighs, instead of chastising Yeji, she holds her gaze, sharing a quick unspoken conversation that Ryujin can’t decipher.
Chaeryeong takes a sharp inhale.
“Do it again.”
A clear and simple command. Ryujin couldn’t have misheard it.
Yeji grins before she starts taking nibble after nibble, some softer love bites, some more daring ones, leaving the skin a faint shade of red. Chaeryeong keeps her hand nestled in Yeji’s hair while her moans grow with every bite. Ryujin swears she picks up on a gentle purr too. Chaeryeong pushes her hips back into Ryujin’s and the friction catches her off guard. A growl slips unintentionally and Chaeryeong’s cherry scent skyrockets as her knees cave in.
Ryujin huffs breathlessly, unaware that she’d even been holding her breath from watching them. Yeji resurfaces with a playful smile, “I think someone likes this more than we thought.”
The rush of her cherry pheromones sparks a sharp ache in her jaw.
“I need—” Chaeryeong pants, “We can’t but I—” She whines and tilts her head, baring her neck to them. Ryujin flinches away on instinct. It is so unlike Chaeryeong to give in like this outside of her heats that Ryujin is taken aback, especially when all they’ve done is make out and share some kisses. Yeji lets out a low rumble, staying on her knees and pressing her lips together tightly.
Ryujin swipes her tongue over her teeth in a futile attempt to soothe the dull ache. Yeji licks her lips, eyes flickering between Chaeryeong’s exposed neck and Ryujin. She whispers, “Ryeong.”
Chaeryeong whimpers, forcing her head back to the middle. “Sorry.” She touches her neck and covers her scent gland in embarrassment. They have done their best to stray away from bringing up marks and claims, given their unique situation, but Ryujin knows how badly Chaeryeong wants it. Yeji scrambles to get off the floor, sitting next to Ryujin and resting her hand on Chaeryeong’s knee.
Ryujin quickly kisses the back of Chaeryeong’s hand. “Baby, don’t be sorry.” She says and reaches for Yeji’s hand, hoping to quell the dejected look in her eyes, “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about marking you both.”
She squeezes Yeji’s hand and her look softens into something more hopeful. Chaeryeong’s arm falls to her side as Ryujin plants a careful kiss on her neck.
“Wanna be yours.” Chaeryeong frowns, “And yours.” She caresses Yeji’s cheekbone and continues, already knowing their rebuttal, “I know I am but I want to feel it.”
“We’ll find a way.” Ryujin says gently and Chaeryeong nods automatically, even though it’s evident how disheartened she is, like she doesn’t truly believe it’s possible.
Ryujin repeats it, more determined now. There has to be. They can’t be the first people to find themselves in this situation. There must be an alternative or a method to share claims and marks.
“I promise.” Ryujin declares. She doesn’t ever want to see or hear Chaeryeong embarrassed about wanting a claim. She will do everything in her power to find an alternative for them.
Chaeryeong searches her eyes quietly, Ryujin isn’t sure what she’s looking for, but she holds her gaze regardless. Then she whispers, “Okay.”
Chaeryeong’s head dips down and she runs her hand through her hair, an edge of frustration in her voice as she says, “This was supposed to be hot and sexy, sorry I’ve made it all emotional.”
“Ryeong, you’re kidding, right? You have nothing to be sorry for.” Ryujin raises her eyebrows. Yeji furrows her eyebrows and curls her finger under Chaeryeong’s chin, tilting her head up, “Nothing is hotter than you wanting our claim.”
Ryujin gently brushes Chaeryeong’s hair back, tucking it behind her ears. She slowly moves to lay a kiss on Chaeryeong’s neck, where she’d stake her claim, pressing a dainty kiss there in place of the harsh canines that might one day breach the skin. She looks up at Yeji and wordlessly encourages her to do the same. She hesitantly takes the other side, a flash of anxiety that vanishes so quickly, Ryujin isn’t sure if she had been imagining it or not, before she leaves an equally soft kiss that makes Chaeryeong shudder.
“Our Chaeryeong needs her two alphas, right?” Ryujin can’t hide the smile rising. Yeji throws a subtle wink as she slides back onto her knees, she supposes there are some instincts alphas like them can’t ever rid. It still sounds as good as the first time she said it.
“Always.” She whispers, settling back into Ryujin’s lap, resting her head against her shoulder. The little love bites Yeji left on her stomach are a faint pink now, nothing that won’t fade by tomorrow, but perfectly enough to have marked their territory.
“You’re ours.” Ryujin says, gliding her hands down and toying with the waistband of her underwear. The dainty hum they’re met with makes the ache far worse than she thought imaginable. But she presses on, gliding her fingers along the soaked cotton. Chaeryeong whines and reaches out for Yeji.
“Want me to help?”
Chaeryeong nods, her thighs caving in when Ryujin grazes past her clit.
Yeji pecks Chaeryeong’s thighs and undoes the two accessories snugly fitted around her thighs. She helps Chaeryeong up and sheds the shorts and safety layer under in one swift move, carefully setting the stage pieces aside.
Chaeryeong steadies herself on Yeji’s shoulders, while Ryujin hooks onto her underwear and helps peel it off, having it join the pile. Her lips nestle onto the small of Chaeryeong's back as she kisses along the curve, a part that she doesn’t kiss nearly enough.
Yeji’s gaze snaps to Ryujin’s and she arches a perfectly done eyebrow, ”Off.” Her gaze flicks up and down Ryujin’s suit, staying a second longer at the protrusion. “Can’t risk staining it.”
The implication and hint of that feral look in Yeji’s eyes again sends her gulping down the lump in her throat. She shrugs her jacket off and shucks her trousers off in record time, throwing them over the armrest of the couch, paying half a mind not to leave it crumpled and creased for tomorrow.
Chaeryeong takes her rightful seat on Ryujin’s lap once she’s left in her trunks, and shuffles back until she’s fully flush against Ryujin. She beckons Yeji closer and cups her cheek, she traces the edge of her lips and asks, “Is that a promise?” She twirls the stray strands of blonde hair and pouts. “Don’t get my hopes up like that.”
The classic flirty charm returns with every slow grind she makes against Ryujin. Who is doing her best to drip feed those little moans and grunts into Chaeryeong’s ear. Yeji chuckles as she guides Chaeryeong back down to take her rightful seat before she gets down on her knees again, pecking her thigh lovingly. “I promise.”
Yeji nudges Chaeryeong’s legs apart until she can comfortably nestle herself in between. She kisses her folds, long and slow, humming happily when Chaeryeong sighs.
She flattens her tongue and takes a broad lap up, she wraps her lips around the little pearl at the top and lets go with a loud and wet smack of her lips. It doesn’t matter that Ryujin can’t see what Yeji is doing, she can hear everything. She dives back in and pushes in until her nose is buried up against Chaeryeong’s skin, her tongue doing all sorts of tricks that make Chaeryeong’s thighs quiver. If there’s one thing Yeji swears by, it’s keeping her promises. The kisses, the increasingly wet smack of her lips, the little hitches in Chaeryeong’s voice, to the full breathy sighs and guttural moans as she climbs closer over the edge.
“Yes, Yeji, yes!” Chaeryeong cries, tangling her hand in Yeji’s blonde locks as she presses down on her inner thighs, keeping her legs from collapsing in.
Ryujin curls her arms under Chaeryeong’s thighs and offloads the weight on Yeji, freeing her to start massaging Chaeryeong’s clit with her thumb while her tongue continues to topple their omega. Chaeryeong wails at the change, hips grinding even harder into Ryujin’s. The growing uncomfortable wet patch at the front of her trunks is a small price to pay for the sight in front of her.
“That’s our pretty girl.” Ryujin coos, feeling Chaeryeong’s thighs quiver. It’s a different experience getting to watch from this angle. The tautness in Yeji’s jaw, the thick muscles of her neck working tirelessly and perhaps most devastatingly, the popped vein that Ryujin gets a little lost trying to trace.
Ryujin says, a little dazed, imagining that talented mouth and pair of lips on herself. A wet whimper slipping from Chaeryeong’s lips pulls her back. “Yeji feels good, doesn’t she?”
Chaeryeong moans brokenly, writhing in place as her thighs fight Ryujin’s grip, threatening to trap Yeji in. Ryujin drags her hand up and down Chaeryeong’s stomach, she kisses her cheek, “Come for us.” She says, “Yeji won’t stop until she’s dripping with you.”
That’s all it takes before Chaeryeong disappears into a blinding wave, crashing into it as her head tilts back and her back arches into Yeji’s diligent tongue, falling apart with a quiet, soft groan only meant for their ears.
Yeji only grows greedier. She anchors her fingers on the sides of her core and lets her tongue push in deeper as she laps up every last drop, coating her tongue and chin in slick. Chaeryeong wails at the sensation, hips thrashing like they’re trying to get Yeji closer and also push away in sensitivity. Ryujin tightens her grip on her thighs and Chaeryeong huffs breathlessly when Yeji pushes her towards another high.
Ryujin will never know how Chaeryeong manages to make everything look so pretty, she makes falling apart on Yeji’s tongue look like an art piece.
Chaeryeong slaps a hand over her mouth as she crashes towards another, body tensing in Ryujin’s arms before shaking and dissolving into her, like she’s been reduced into a boneless mess. Ryujin lets go of her thighs and wraps her arms around Chaeryeong’s waist. She whispers sweet nothings in her ears as Chaeryeong’s breathing and heartbeat return to somewhere neutral.
Yeji leaves a quiet but audible trail of kisses along her inner thigh before she resurfaces. Lips and chin coated in a sheen of slick, as she settles into a smug grin, like she’s proud of her work. She flashes her canines and says, “You taste good.”
Chaeryeong punches her shoulder weakly and mumbles, “Shut up.”
Yeji wipes the mess off with the back of her hand but Chaeryeong crashes their lips together. Ryujin can so clearly see the smile that Yeji is battling against as they kiss over and over again. Yeji pulls away when she can’t fight it anymore and she laughs, in that warm, bright way, the ones that make her feel all fuzzy and cozy inside. She smiles, “I promised you.”
Chaeryeong breaks away and turns in Ryujin’s lap, facing sideways with Ryujin steadying her with a hand on her back.
“Ryujin-ah,” She pouts and grumbles, “You can’t just say those things.”
“What?” Ryujin idly brushes her thumb over the line down her back and shrugs. “That you’re pretty and Yeji wants you to make a mess over her tongue?”
“You two are impossible.” Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, her pout deepening. Ryujin quickly kisses it away despite Chaeryeong leaning away in annoyance. Ryujin giggles and chases after her until she finally kisses back.
The couch dips and Ryujin knows it’s Yeji even before she opens her eyes. She nestles next to her, tucking her legs under as she patiently waits. Ryujin tugs her in, moaning at the taste of Chaeryeong on her lips. Which earns her a light shove to the shoulder before Chaeryeong rests her head there. Yeji doesn’t break away, she cradles Ryujin’s cheek and tilts her chin up, kissing even deeper.
Ryujin parts her lips without a fight when Yeji swipes her tongue over her bottom lip. A wave of heat shoots down her spine when Yeji cups the bulge in her trunks.
“My turn.” Yeji’s thumb finds the wet patch too easily. Ryujin nods and reaches to undo Yeji’s top, finding the zip by sheer luck with how well hidden it was. Yeji pulls back to shed her top and Ryujin grunts at the loss. She can’t peel her eyes off of Yeji, who’s somehow even more handsome in a grey racerback. Chaeryeong pecks her jaw before hopping off her lap and helping Yeji with her top, placing it in the same pile as her own clothes.
Chaeryeong swoops down to tease the front edge of her racerback with a kiss. She purrs, “Handsome as always.”
Yeji chuckles softly, pressing her lips against the crown of Chaeryeong’s head before she turns to Ryujin again.
Ryujin doesn’t waste another second and leans into the crook of Yeji’s neck, nipping at the fragile skin of her jaw. Chaeryeong tucks into a comfy spot on Ryujin’s shoulder, and without looking, Ryujin offers her hand to intertwine them. If anyone understands the need to keep nipping and tasting Yeji, it’s Chaeryeong.
She moans when Yeji quickly cups her again, this time rubbing and palming her with far more intent. Yeji guides her away from her neck and rests a curled finger under Ryujin’s chin. She swipes her thumb across her bottom lip and Ryujin can’t resist letting her lips fall open, eager to watch how Yeji’s eyes dip back into that dangerous shade of brown.
She helplessly whimpers when Yeji squeezes her tip and presses the cotton against her cockhead, making her spill and leak into the already ruined trunks.
“Want a taste.” Yeji says as she slides onto her knees, quickly assuming her position between Ryujin’s thighs before Ryujin can find a quip. Yeji is tracing her hand up her inner thigh and Ryujin forgets to tease when she presses her lips against Ryujin’s cock through the fabric.
Chaeryeong hums and says quietly, “You do taste good.”
“Ryeong.” Ryujin blushes, somehow the fact that she said that so blatantly flusters her more than Yeji, who is literally about to go down on her.
“What?” Chaeryeong pats her thigh, “It’s a good thing.”
Yeji peels her trunks down and Ryujin lifts her hips to help, feeling so exposed under their gazes. The arched eyebrow Yeji sends Chaeryeong’s way earns her a quiet and soft, “You both do.”
Chaeryeong gets a chaste thigh kiss in return before Yeji curls around the base of her cock and Ryujin’s heartbeat trips over itself when Yeji presses her soft and wet lips against her tip.
The sight is something she’s still getting used to. Ever since that rushed hotel romp they had a few months back. There’s only been one other instance where Yeji’s gone down on her. Yeji had pulled her into an empty practice room right before her vocal lesson. Look, Ryujin was too high on adrenaline and the fear of being caught to remember much. Yeji said she wanted to warm up and the next thing Ryujin knew, her dick was out and Yeji was on her knees. This whole thing is a relatively new advancement for them.
Ryujin shudders when Yeji’s lips mark their place on the underside of her tip. She found out it was the most sensitive part of her last time and clearly she hasn’t forgotten. Yeji keeps a finger tracing up and down the slit of her cock while her lips travel down the taut muscle. She hisses when Yeji spreads the beads of precum down.
“A little sensitive there.” Yeji teases, tracing a vein.
Here’s a little secret. Ryujin doesn’t have a particular affinity for being sucked off. It’s surprising for an alpha, she knows. But she doesn’t ask for it unless offered, preferring other, more substantial means of showing her affection. It isn’t that she necessarily dislikes it, the opposite in fact. She just thinks it can be a little vulgar at times, and while she appreciates the times that Chaeryeong has done it for her in the past, she likes something a little more mutual. She also just likes hearing Chaeryeong’s voice more than her gagging. It’s not that far-fetched.
With Yeji, however, it feels a little different.
Yeji wraps her lips around her and Ryujin almost caves then and there. She wrangles what little control she has left and resists the flutter when Yeji swirls her tongue around and drags it along her slit, slow and so unfairly sexy.
Yeji is a giver. That was something Chaeryeong told her a few months back, before Air came out, when Yeji was stressed out over something about the album production. She came home still fuming about it and Chaeryeong offered to help her out. Instead of getting rough and rowdy with her, she stayed between Chaeryeong’s thighs and ate her out until she was too tired to move her jaw. Ryujin didn’t understand why back then, but Chaeryeong shrugged and said that above all else, Yeji liked to please, that she actively took pleasure in it.
Ryujin is just starting to see it now. She wasn’t disappointed when Yeji openly said her preference for basically anything but anal. But it’s becoming increasingly clear that this trend between them wasn’t temporary. That hotel bathroom romp wasn’t because she solely thought that Ryujin would enjoy it. It’s because Yeji wanted to give Ryujin a piece of herself after she’d cut off an avenue.
A bead of white sits on Yeji’s tongue and Ryujin grins, “I thought you wanted to taste?”
Yeji’s eyebrows twitch and Ryujin’s heart lurches up into her ears. Was that too much? This is technically new territory for them. That anxiety melts away when Yeji pulls her tongue back and shows what she’d gathered even before Ryujin came. She keeps her eyes locked on Ryujin’s as she swallows.
“I do.” She says before licking her lips like she’s tasted the finest cocktail ever made.
Ryujin barely gets another second to catch her breath as Yeji takes her in. A shaky sigh stumbles past her lips as Yeji’s lips part around her. She moans around her length and Ryujin buries the moan by pressing her lips against Chaeryeong’s temple.
Chaeryeong must have recovered enough from the consecutive high Yeji threw her into. She undoes the last few buttons on Ryujin’s shirt, probably making sure it’s out of the way of any potential mishaps.
Ryujin doesn’t dwell on it any longer. She throws her head back in satisfaction when Yeji concentrates her efforts on the head and fills in the rest with her hand. Ryujin’s the most sensitive around her head and it’s where Yeji can make the most out of the dexterity of her tongue. She won’t need much more to reach the peak.
Chaeryeong tucks away a strand of Yeji’s blonde hair behind her ear while Yeji continues her efforts. She threads her hand through Yeji’s blonde hair and her eyes snap up to Chaeryeong’s when it settles on the back of her head.
“You can take more,” Chaeryeong says, not as a tease, not a backhanded joke, she’s completely and utterly serious.
Ryujin’s jaw hinges open unceremoniously when Chaeryeong pushes Yeji down, until Yeji’s past where she was originally, into territory her lips have never been. Ryujin does everything in her power to stay relaxed and still for Yeji, taking small, shaky breaths, until Yeji pulls away completely, gasping for air.
She forces her lips together to not react to the sheen left on her cock. Chaeryeong hums and smiles softly, her hand lingers on the edge of Yeji’s jaw as she reiterates, “I know you can.”
Yeji’s eyes flicker to Ryujin’s and, like she said, this is relatively new for them. She doesn’t want to push Yeji past what she’s comfortable with, she starts, “It feels so good already–”
Yeji cuts her off by tightening her grip on the base of her cock. Ryujin feels her air punch out of her lungs all at once and she gasps, heartbeat surging up, pounding in her ears.
There’s a soft and determined look in her eyes as she leaves a long lick up her shaft, before wrapping her lips around Ryujin again. She weakly reaches for Yeji’s hand and laces them together, resting them on her thigh while she bobs up and down, sinking more and more with each time.
Chaeryeong runs the pad of her thumb over Yeji’s red and warm cheeks. She praises and guides, “That’s it. Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.” She says, “Look at how good you’re making Ryujinnie feel.”
Ryujin nods frantically. She can feel herself teetering over the edge already. She’s barely keeping it together. Chaeryeong sneaks an arm around her back of Ryujin’s waist and her steady grip sends her heart fluttering. It might be the only thing that will keep her tethered when Yeji’s done with her.
Yeji takes that boost in confidence in stride and takes on a little more before she gags and has to pull back.
The sudden tightness throws Ryujin off entirely, her eyes screw shut as her whole body tenses up. She tries to fend off the oncoming blinding wave, she doesn’t want this to end. But a wave of cherry and cinnamon hits her first and all she can do is shudder as it overtakes her. She crashes into her high and spills all over herself, and watches through hooded eyes as it drips down her shaft.
She moans brokenly and nearly barrels right into another when her tongue is back on Ryujin’s and she’s lapping up as much of her load as she can. Ryujin doesn’t know what to do other than watch as the lump in her throat bobs up and down, watch as Yeji swallows one after the other until she’s sucking on the tip and making Ryujin’s knees cave at the sheer sensitivity.
“Too much-” She protests weakly and slinks away. Chaeryeong yanks Yeji up and crashes their lips together, moaning and licking into Yeji’s mouth for a taste of Ryujin.
“I knew you could.” Chaeryeong smiles proudly, thumb caressing Yeji’s cheekbone like she’s just accomplished something huge. Yeji blushes but nuzzles into it nonetheless.
It isn’t at all a stretch to say that she was floating on cloud nine, completely and utterly blissed out. Yeji’s lips are back on hers and Ryujin tries not to dwell on the faint taste of chocolate lingering on her tongue.
Her thigh brushes past the obvious bulge in Yeji’s shorts and the brief moment of friction plucks a moan from Yeji’s throat.
“We should really get going.” Yeji grumbles, even though her hips chase after something more. “We can’t stay here much longer and I’ve got to drive us home.”
“A quick one.” Ryujin says, “Just to take the edge off.”
It works exactly like she thought it would. Yeji undoes her denim shorts and shucks those along with her safety shorts down in one swift move, revealing a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs that flips the switch in her brain back on again.
The slight dip at the front of the iconic white waistband leads her eyes perfectly down to the outline of Yeji’s cock. She wasn’t under any illusion about how big Yeji was, but the way it’s curved to the left, desperate for extra room under those tight layers, it makes her feel warm all over. Ryujin eyes the wet patch by the tip and feels her jaw ache. She’s been straining against the fabric, waiting for some attention.
It seems like an obvious trade. Especially when Yeji stares at her with those heavy and expectant eyes. She pushes her boxers down and guides the tip into her mouth before Yeji can suggest a counteroffer. Ryujin shuffles forward and curls an arm around Yeji’s thigh.
“I don’t need much.” Yeji groans, running her hand through Ryujin’s hair, "Already worked up.”
Ryujin takes inch after inch, as much as she can muster without ruining her throat for tomorrow. Yeji’s already throbbing against her lips, she could get this done quick and dirty like this, but she knows something even better. Something that won’t need Yeji to hold her hips back.
She whines when Ryujin pulls back, but quickly quiets down when Ryujin tugs her closer by the straps of her racerback. They don’t need to take this slowly, they have all night for that. She shuffles back into the couch, propping her feet up as she guides Yeji’s cock to her entrance, “Inside. Now.”
Yeji breaches her entrance and Ryujin nearly digs her nail into Yeji’s back at the sting of the stretch. While Chaeryeong brushes Ryujin’s side soothingly, understanding the intensity too well.
“Fuck.” She groans and Yeji lets out a low growl, steadying herself with an arm out against the back of the couch. The resurgence of that warm cinnamon presence quickly melts that pain into pleasure, made even better when those pools of dark brown are back on hers, patiently waiting for Ryujin to give her a sign.
Yeji’s hips quickly pick up the pace after she nods, chasing after her high. It takes a handful of thrusts for Yeji to press their hips flush and start hammering into her. Ryujin has no idea what type of sounds left her, all she knows is that she needs Yeji to do this more often. She must have whimpered or whined or something, because Yeji brings their lips together sweetly and asks, “Still okay?”
Ryujin doesn’t know what to do when she hears the slight strain in Yeji’s voice, a small telltale sign that she’s getting close again. Ryujin clenches at the promise of being filled and Yeji moans, a hitch in her breathing that cascades into a mess of shaky pants. She cradles Yeji’s cheek with both hands, a little too gentle for the roughness they’ve been going at, but she hides a shudder and whispers, “Please?”
That’s all it takes for Yeji to finally spill into her, turning her brain into a fuzzy, splotchy mess. The sheer warmth she splashes against her walls, each rope hotter than the next, painting every inch with her signature, filling Ryujin up like she always does. Yeji brings their hips flush one last time and Ryujin’s eyes screw shut at the sensation.
When Yeji leans back, looking even more fired up and ready as she runs a hand through her tousled blonde hair, not even breaking a sweat from all of that. Ryujin gulps at what’s potentially in store for them tonight.