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Hobbies are essential. No matter how busy or hectic the days get, finding or even squeezing in some time to pursue a hobby is highly encouraged for everyone. Chaeryeong has held that firm belief ever since she was young. Although her amount of free time has dwindled as other things take precedence, she still keeps up with the occasional game of chess or snags a book to read during her commutes.
Ryujin has developed an affinity for tabletop and board games, making their house a hotspot to host game nights with her friends. More recently, she has picked up pottery and is surprisingly adept at it. Chaeryeong cleared a spot on their kitchen island to display some of her favourite pieces. Anytime she uses something Ryujin made, she doesn’t miss the smile that blooms across her pretty face.
Yeji, on the other hand, has gone all-in on gaming. She used to play on an old workhorse laptop she got from her sister, which she insisted did the job she needed it to. Even when the fans were running so loudly, Chaeryeong was certain it was going to take off or burn a hole in the desk.
After the episode they filmed at the PC cafe, she knew she had to get Yeji a proper setup, knowing all too well that Yeji wouldn’t splurge on herself. She had Changbin on the phone while she filled her cart with a custom built sleek black PC tower, a monitor that doubled as a screen for her switch, a compatible controller, an all black mechanical keyboard, a mouse and over-ear headphones. A complete and total overhaul of her current setup.
The look on Yeji’s face when the order arrived at their doorstep was priceless. Yeji thanked her about fifty times, while Ryujin nestled her head on Chaeryeong’s shoulder, happily watching Yeji unbox everything like a kid on their birthday.
Chaeryeong told her not to wait to set everything up so she could test if she liked everything. But in true Yeji fashion, she lugged all of it into her room, where her future setup and their hobby room would be, before she sprinted back to Chaeryeong and got down on her knees. To show how thankful she was for the gift. She lost count of how many times her thighs clenched around Yeji’s head, all she knew was that it was well worth the money spent.
However, there was a tiny downside, a little detail she overlooked amidst it all. Something she wasn’t yet certain about how she should feel.
Last week, before her gift, they were all on the couch after practice. Ryujin put on a video on their TV about different types of clay for pottery making, while Chaeryeong was reading with her head in Yeji’s lap, as the older woman played Animal Crossing on her switch. It was a perfect blend of closeness and alone time.
Now, Yeji wasn’t even in the living room, she was holed up in her bedroom, probably deep into that platforming game she had been raving about. Her coveted “Yeji time” has since drastically dwindled, all stolen away by an expensive chunk of metal.
Chaeryeong wasn’t going to be clingy and whine about Yeji’s diverted attention. It’s good to see that Yeji was enjoying herself, and she should be grateful that Yeji is putting all that gear into good use.
Besides, she has Ryujin. Her sweet, loving and doting Ryujin, who is as big a homebody as her, whose hand always gravitates to intertwine with hers because she knew how prone to the cold she got during the cooler months, who was now betraying her as she shrugged her winter coat on.
“Do you want to come with?” Ryujin offers, but Chaeryeong shakes her head stubbornly with a pout. She didn’t want to intrude, especially not at the last minute, even if it was just lunch with Yuna.
Ryujin flutters around the room, shoving bits and pieces into the pockets lining her coat instead of grabbing a bag. Chaeryeong lays her head on the couch’s armrest and tries to distract herself with the book in her hands, but fails to register any of the words on the page. She sets it down on her stomach in frustration, staring up at the ceiling.
A quiet shuffle of footsteps heads towards her direction and Ryujin comes into her view, craning over her. She pouts again as Ryujin leans down to kiss her forehead.
“You could just go and ask her, you know,” Ryujin says, taking the book from her and setting it on the table. Chaeryeong frowns as she sits upright.
She technically could do that. Her affinity for attention is something her girlfriends know and they’ve been together long enough that she doesn’t have to pretend to be embarrassed by it. But she still tries not to abuse their kindness.
“Don’t want to seem needy.” She pouts. “She only gets to play now.” They had practice scheduled for the whole evening, this afternoon was their only shred of time off.
“Something tells me she wouldn’t mind giving that hour up for you,” Ryujin says, placing another kiss on her pout.
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Chaeryeong cradles a cup of water and knocks on Yeji’s door, doing her best not to startle her even though Yeji kept her door wide open. She glances at the door quickly and tucks the right side of her over-ear headphones behind her ear and greets Chaeryeong, as her eyes stay glued to the screen.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?”
Yeji was deep into some racing game that Chaeryeong remembered she had introduced them to—Talesrunner or Tailsrunner? Well, whatever it was called, it was worse than she thought, it was taking up all of Yeji’s attention. She hadn’t even noticed the tight-fitting white top or the skimpy pair of shorts she had specifically changed into. Not a good start.
Chaeryeong approaches her and places the cup of water down, complete with a kiss on the cheek. She rests a hand on her shoulder, just testing the waters. She smiles. “Brought you a drink.”
Messy strands of blonde frame Yeji’s face, illuminated only by the light from the monitor and the inch of sunlight seeping through the crack in the curtains she haphazardly threw open. She was wearing the new grey camo print hoodie she bought, over a plain black ribbed tank top and a simple pair of boxers. Ever since Yuna and Jisu moved out, both Ryujin and Yeji have gotten more lax with their home and loungewear. (Not that Chaeryeong was complaining.)
Yeji looks away from the screen for a split second to peck Chaeryeong’s lips, mumbling “Thank you, baby,” before her eyes are back on the monitor again.
Chaeryeong tries her best to subdue the prickly sensation that rises up her spine from being ignored. This won’t do. She leans against the desk, twirling the long headphone cable around her finger, and asks, “How’s the setup?”
Yeji finally takes her eyes away from the monitor to Chaeryeong’s impatient ones. She holds her gaze for a second before it predictably ventures down, past the slope of her neck, her collarbones, the curve of her top, her hips, down to her exposed thighs, where Chaeryeong made sure to choose a pair that exposed the purpling love bite Ryujin left last night.
Yeji’s eyes jump back up. She takes the hand that had been on her mouse and places it on Chaeryeong’s thigh, thumb gliding past the little bruise. She smiles, the perfect one where the corners of her lips curl up. “It’s incredible. Thank you again.”
Chaeryeong squints and hums under her warm touch. Yeah, she’s going to need a little more than that.
When Yeji’s hand slips away. She leans in to cradle Yeji’s cheek and leaves a kiss against her jaw, earning her a soft and weary call, “Ryeong?”
She answers by moving down to her neck until she feels Yeji’s pulse thrumming against her lips. Her lips quirk up into a smile when a hand settles on her back, but it blooms when Yeji pulls her in and guides her to sit on her lap. Much, much better.
The heat of Yeji’s thighs acts as a salve to the cold she’s had to bear alone in the living room, and doubles as ignition for the coil in her stomach. Yeji keeps an arm securely on her back while another runs higher, sitting between her scapulas. A faint, almost amused gleam in her eyes as she asks, “Did you need something?”
Sure, Chaeryeong could have outright asked for it, but where’s the fun in that?
She shuffles her weight in Yeji’s lap and gets comfortable. “Nothing much really, I just wanted a hug,” She says. It’s not a lie, she did want a hug from Yeji, but she also wanted something more. “You should get back to your game.”
Yeji’s eyes narrow, like she knows that Chaeryeong is fishing for something here. But instead of sweeping Chaeryeong up and tending to her. Yeji peers at the monitor behind Chaeryeong and pouts.
“Did you die?” Chaeryeong asks, following her gaze. She would feel bad about interrupting Yeji, even if it was just a round in a video game.
“I’m about to,” Yeji sighs but surges up for a kiss nonetheless, her hand rushes up and her fingertips brush past the back of her ear, letting off a wave of cherry as they fan out to cradle her jaw. Chaeryeong pushes her back with a hand on her chest. “Well, you better keep playing then. Don’t you have a streak going?”
The cogs that turn in Yeji’s mind are almost audible, but Chaeryeong leans back, counting on Yeji to steady her and looks at the game, a countdown in the middle of the screen in bold white characters.
“Let me finish this game,” Yeji says. “Then I’m yours.”
She nods, turning back to Yeji. She already made her point. If Yeji wants to continue her streak and then tend to her, she’ll be patient. She says, “I can go.”
Yeji’s grip tightens around her waist, and she whispers, soft but firm, “No.”
There’s a flicker of something dark and all too delectable in Yeji’s eyes. She nestles herself into Yeji’s right shoulder, the side that she purposely left her headphones offset, she puts on just a hint of lightness and air to her tone that Yeji loves and asks, “Am I not a distraction?”
“Maybe I like a challenge.” Yeji laughs, all breathy and soft as her grip loosens around Chaeryeong’s waist, settling back onto the keyboard.
“Oh, do you now?” Chaeryeong arches an eyebrow as Yeji focuses on the game again, a smirk teasing her lips as she tilts her head to give Chaeryeong more access to her neck, almost as if she’s taunting her to be bold.
Chaeryeong salivates at the submissive gesture. Her first touch is a careful, calculated one. She wraps her hand around Yeji’s waist and peels her hoodie back to press a kiss against her collarbone. Yeji tilts her head back and offers a tiny nuzzle as Chaeryeong sinks deeper. She drinks in the cinnamon scent and feels its warmth seep into her bones. This is already lightyears better than freezing in the living room alone.
She glides across Yeji’s ribcage, hand trailing up to the perfect swell of her tits, quickly flushing when she realises that Yeji wasn’t wearing anything under the black tank she slipped on.
She cups the full weight of one tenderly, gliding her thumb back and forth over her nipple, feeling it form into stiff peaks. Yeji hums so quietly that Chaeryeong would have missed it if she hadn’t been glued to her.
She looks for some reaction on Yeji’s face, but only finds another beloved sight of hers. The way her lips fall into a tiny downturned triangle when she concentrates makes them look so unbelievably kissable. Her eyes are somehow relaxed while holding a gentle intensity as they dance across the screen. It reminds her of the countless times she’s stared at Yeji when she should have been monitoring their performance.
“Ryeong,” Yeji says warmly, like she not only felt Chaeryeong’s gaze but heard her thoughts.
“Can I keep going?” She asks, working her way to her other nipple, teasing it into stiff peaks.
Yeji offers a quiet grunt and a nod. Chaeryeong pushes the hem of her tank up and glides her fingers across the sliver of exposed skin, dipping her fingers under the waistband of Yeji’s boxers.
Yeji’s breath hitches at her cold fingertips but otherwise remains focused. Her skin is impossibly soft and warm, and Chaeryeong can’t help but release a contented sigh. She hooks her finger along Yeji’s waistband and follows it towards her middle, to the visible bump in Yeji’s boxers that hadn’t been as prominent just a few moments earlier.
She curls her hand around Yeji and brushes her palm over her shaft, feeling it harden under her touch, starting to strain against the fabric.
Chaeryeong kneads into Yeji’s thighs, flirting with the idea of sinking her nails or teeth somewhere and leaving a mark, making Yeji yelp at her mercy.
She leans back and feeds Yeji through the front opening of her boxers. She feels a dull ache in her jaw as she admires the way her cock stands tall, proud, nearly at full mast. Yeji’s slow sigh through her nose doesn’t go lost on her. She tucks the fabric under Yeji the best she can and lightly wraps her fist around her. Chaeryeong moans quietly, letting her hands glide up and down, not tight enough to give Yeji any relief, but just enough to keep her hard.
“Chaeryeong,” Yeji grumbles under her breath, tensing her jaw, her fingers pushing harder against the keyboard, almost like little thumps rather than the effortless glide she usually possesses.
Chaeryeong kisses her jaw and forms a ring with her thumb and index, pulling it up towards her increasingly red tip and letting go at the very last second. It earns her a low rumble reverberating from Yeji’s chest.
Yeji hisses quietly, as her hands lay still on the keyboard, Chaeryeong eyes the monitor and finds Yeji’s character flashing, immobilised after running into a laser beam. She presses a knowing smirk and a kiss against Yeji’s cheek.
“Focus, Yeji,” Chaeryeong says as the countdown to being revived ticks down. “Don’t hit another one.”
With five seconds left, she squeezes Yeji by the base and nestles close to whisper against her ear, “You’re not allowed to come if you lose.”
“Lee Chaeryeong,” Yeji says through a shaky, shuddering breath. She looks up with a silent plea, but Chaeryeong isn’t swayed. She squeezes her again as a warning, and Yeji reluctantly repositions her hands on the desk.
Chaeryeong cradles her cheek and hovers next to her exposed ear, purring, “That’s my Yeji.”
Yeji’s chest rises and falls unevenly, her breath almost clipping as it chases after the next inhale. She furrows her brows and sets her eyes on the monitor. Chaeryeong drags her hand down, purposefully slow, ghosting past her heavy and taut jewels, desperately waiting to be emptied. She pulls up, twisting as she passes her tip, feeling a warmth in her chest when Yeji’s thighs tense at the sensation. She spreads the bead of precum down and teases her tip relentlessly with her thumb.
She strokes faster and faster, settling into a rhythm, intent on seeing how far she can take this before Yeji breaks. Send her a little reminder of who is ultimately in charge around here. Chaeryeong traces up the vein that runs on the underside of Yeji’s cock, mesmerised by the hitch in Yeji’s breath and every involuntary twitch and jolt she gets. Yeji’s head falls onto Chaeryeong’s shoulder as she leans forward in her chair, using every ounce of concentration she has left to finish and win the round.
The angry shade of red on the tip of Yeji’s cock almost makes her feel bad. (Almost.) She brings her other hand in and cups Yeji’s again, lightly massaging her as Yeji moans breathlessly, hips and thighs tensing as she tries to slink and wriggle away from the extra sensation. She can feel how her cock throbs with every stroke, she’s a moment’s away from bursting. Chaeryeong was waiting for the very last second, watching Yeji carefully, ready to let go.
Yeji repels back from the desk and it startles Chaeryeong, forcing her to let go. She frantically sheds her headphones and curls an arm around Chaeryeong’s waist, managing to steady her so she doesn’t fall off. She twitches and pants breathlessly, “I won.”
She sinks into the backrest with a dazed smile, looking stunned by herself. Chaeryeong cradles Yeji’s cheeks and kisses the corner of her lips, who is still desperately trying to wrangle her breath. She says, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Up.” Yeji is barely able to conceal the command laced in her tone. A shiver down Chaeryeong’s spine and she obeys, standing as Yeji pulls her shorts down in one swift swoop. She takes the back of Chaeryeong’s hand and kisses it before guiding her back onto her lap.
Chaeryeong moans when Yeji’s fingers glide through her folds, and she gnaws on her bottom lip as she realises how wet she is. She arches into Yeji’s palm, her eyes flickering up to watch as those pools of brown darken while her cinnamon intensifies. Yeji traces tight circles on her clit that send Chaeryeong writhing in place. Yeji lets out a gentle chuckle and keeps her steady with a hand on the small of her back. “Oh. Chaeryeong.”
Chaeryeong ignores the tease and shuffles closer until she can grind herself against Yeji. The heat is heavenly against her folds. She moans when Yeji guides herself in, her hands settling securely on Chaeryeong’s lower back as she sinks inch after inch.
“Good girl,” Yeji praises, peppering her cheek with kisses. Chaeryeong’s eyes flutter at the familiar stretch and cries when she bottoms out. “So deep.”
Yeji barely gives her a second to adjust before she starts rocking her hips back and forth, bouncing her lightly and chasing after the high Chaeryeong promised her after her impressive display and restraint.
She tightens her grip around Yeji’s shoulders when she kneads into her cheeks. The armchair creeks under them and joins the cacophony of sounds they’re making. She whines, too high on pleasure to formulate anything more. “Inside…”
Yeji nods, cinnamon overflowing as she ruts into Chaeryeong feverishly, pressing each thrust as deep as she can physically muster, before pulling Chaeryeong down, flush against her lap and spills into her, panting against the crook of her neck.
Chaeryeong whimpers at the warmth filling her as Yeji spills rope after endless rope. She does her best making small, little loops of infinity with her hips to prolong Yeji’s high, eager for every last drop until it inevitably leaks out.
Yeji rests a hand on her hip, asking her to slow down as she gulps, throat dry and hoarse from all the panting.
“What’s got you so worked up?” She brushes the small curly strands of hair out of Chaeryeong’s face, brushing her cheek gently with the side of her finger.
Chaeryeong pouts and says, “It was too cold in the living room.”
Yeji stares at her as her words sink in. She laughs softly, that amused glint decorating her eyes again. “Was it?”
She nods and shakily lifts herself off of Yeji, a red tint dusting the tips of her ears when she realises how it sounded, but she presses on, with a frankly poorly formulated excuse all because she was a little bored. She tugs on the sleeves of her top and mumbles, “Yeah. Ryujinnie went out with Yuna.”
A tiny croak leaves Chaeryeong as Yeji tucks her hands under her thighs and props her up onto the desk. Yeji stands and pushes away her keyboard and mouse to make extra room for her. Her arms frame her in and Chaeryeong’s heart squeezes when she leans in.
Yeji kisses her, and it’s slow, sweet and unhurried. As if she was trying to tell Chaeryeong that she is here now as her knight in shining armour, her portable sentient heater. During the winter months, those are completely equivalent to her. She sways forward as Yeji pulls away for air, not ready to give up the perfect moment yet.
Yeji indulges her naturally, truthfully, not a single moment comes to mind where Yeji hasn’t indulged her. She cradles Yeji’s cheeks for one more kiss before she reluctantly lets go, resting her forehead against Yeji’s.
“I better do my best to keep you warm, shouldn’t I?”
When Yeji sweeps her up in her arms and brings her over to her bed, all Chaeryeong cares about is the warm cinnamon running through her veins, the firm but careful caress of Yeji’s hands as they push her top up, the soft kisses along the expanse of her stomach, and the stream of sweet nothings Yeji drips into her ear. The mind-melting stretch that accompanies each warm press of her body against her own is purely a bonus. Nothing compares to having Yeji’s full and undivided attention.