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Choi San is in love.
It is not a simple crush. She is not simply enamored. Not simply besotted. She is in love . In love love. And it isn’t just any kind of ordinary love. No, it is the soul-crushing, gravity-defying, palm-sweating, legs-jelly-and-bones-turning-into-spaghetti kind of love that could only be caused by one Jung Wooyoung.
It’s awful, really.
Wooyoung just has the sort of magnetism that makes everyone in a room stop what they are doing and stare. And while she is otherworldly, stunning, ethereal, and every other synonym in the book, it is much more than that. Yes, she is jaw-dropping gorgeous–and San is not immune to that beauty, having succumbed to Wooyoung’s wiles just from a coquette look and bat of her long lashes–but it is her confidence, her outward personality that makes her glow. She lights up a room wherever she goes, shrill cackle able to be heard amongst any and all background noise. She is beautiful not just outside, but inside as well. Caring and kind. Earnest and empathetic. A true goddess walking amongst mere mortals, blessing those around her and those who may be lucky enough to even glance at her form.
God, San is such a fucking sap. And Wooyoung knows it too, with the way she grins whenever she catches San staring at her with hearts in her eyes. San just knows that Wooyoung knows that San would kneel on the ground and worship her, wash her feet and sing praises to her if she asked.
This is one of those times.
San doesn’t really know how they got there, how a simple day together that was meant for them to be cuddled up on San's bed, watching an anime that Mingi had recommended, ended up turning into Wooyoung straddling San’s lap, Wooyoung’s plush lips kissing down her jaw. San’s neck was already adorned with deep reds and violets, jewels hugging her skin like a necklace made from Wooyoung’s love.
“San-ah,” Wooyoung breathes, her dark hair falling into her eyes as she looks down at San. Her eyes are so beautiful, a deep brown that San wouldn’t mind diving into, drowning in. It would be such a wonderful way to go. “You’re so quiet.” She grinds down and smirks slightly when San lets out a raspy hiss. “Penny for your thoughts, honey?”
San hums. “Just–” She grips onto Wooyoung’s thighs, left thumb caressing over the raised skin of her tattoo. San can just barely see where a damp patch has started to form on the crotch of Wooyoung’s silk shorts. It makes her want to pull the shorts down with her teeth and eat Wooyoung out until she cries from overstimulation. “...Thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” Wooyoung giggles, playing with the baby hairs at San’s nape. “What about me?” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, teeth playfully biting at her lower lip, and San thinks she is the most beautiful person to ever grace the universe. “C’mon, tell me all your dirty little thoughts about me.”
“Not sure if I should, your ego is already so inflated, I don’t know how your head made it through the front door.” San giggles when Wooyoung gasps and goes to get up from her lap. She locks her arms around Wooyoung’s waist, securing her to her rightful spot. “Aw, c’mon baby, you know I’m just pokin’ fun at you.”
“You’re so mean to me, Sannie.” Wooyoung juts her lower lip out, pouts with fake-hurt. It looks so enticing, that San cannot help but to just bite it a little.
“I’m sorry baby,” San croons, running her hands up and down Wooyoung’s clothed back. Wooyoung is wearing an oversized faded t-shirt, one of San’s it looks like. The collar is stretched out, hanging loosely onto Wooyoung’s smaller frame. “But I have to defend myself in this harsh world, since my girlfriend is a thieving little raccoon.” She tugs on the hem of the shirt. “When did you snatch this one? I was looking for it the other day.”
Wooyoung cackles. “When everyone was over two weeks ago, and you got soooo drunk. You passed out on the living room floor after professing your undying love for me to everyone for, like, a solid five minutes.” San groans at the memory–the hangover the next day was no joke. She had spent the whole day in bed, only getting up when Wooyoung forced her to eat the haejang-guk she had cooked for her, and to take a shower. “So, like any good raccoon would do, I had to use the opportunity to raid your closet without you complaining about it.”
“Raiding my closet while I was vulnerable? How cruel,” San jokes, kissing Wooyoung's exposed collarbone.
“You would have done the same if your shoulders could even fit into my clothes.” Wooyoung squeezes San’s shoulders appreciatively and hums in satisfaction when San’s face turns a bright red color. It still throws San for a loop whenever Wooyoung sings praises about her body, not used to the overwhelming attention. San, being a volleyball player, has always had a more built physique, with thick arms and broad shoulders and a sculpted abdomen, which many men in her early college days relentlessly teased her about–not that she was looking for the approval of men, like, ever. She has never been ashamed of her body, per say, but she still isn’t used to the intense affection Wooyoung gives to it at any possible moment.
San doesn’t respond, and instead leans in and kisses Wooyoung’s eyebrow and hides her face in Wooyoung’s neck. “Mrph.”
“Very eloquent,” Wooyoung teases. She lightly pushes San to lay back. “But you were still mean to me, even though I went through all this trouble to plan a surprise for you.” She pouts again, pushing her cheeks out cutely. San just wants to squish her face with her hands and knead her soft cheeks like a cat. You know, like any normal person would.
“Surprise?” San quirks up an eyebrow. ‘Surprise’ in Wooyoung-language could mean a multitude of things. It could range from an impromptu home cooked meal, to Wooyoung shoving a remote-control vibrator up San’s cunt and controlling it while they’re out with friends–which San can confidently say has happened before. “What kind of surprise?”
Wooyoung grins and leans back, shimmying until she’s fully off San’s lap. San has to hold in a mournful whine at the loss of Wooyoung’s comforting weight. There is truly no better feeling in the world than the feeling of her girlfriend’s full weight on top of her. Sometimes, San contemplates asking Wooyoung if she would be willing to crush her. With her thighs. Or her ass. “I shouldn’t even show you,” Wooyoung sighs as she stands up. “But, I’m feeling forgiving tonight, so.” She slowly drags down the waist of her silk shorts, revealing a peak of lilac lace, and San’s brain proceeds to turn into TV static.
And when Wooyoung strips off her shirt to reveal even more lace, San’s brain completely flatlines. She can only gape stupidly, eyes raking over every last inch of her girlfriend’s body.
The lacy bodysuit is a light lavender, and it hugs each of Wooyoung’s curves so perfectly. The delicate cups holding her breasts leave nothing to the imagination, her pierced, dusky brown nipples peaking through, enticing San to latch on and suck until Wooyoung is a whining mess. The bodice has a delicate floral design, tight on Wooyoung’s skin like a second layer, the tattoo on the side of her ribs just barely able to be seen. The thong holding the whole piece together is barely a scrap of fabric, wet from Wooyoung’s arousal. San can see the light dusting of pubic hair that Wooyoung meticulously grooms, and her mouth waters with want.
San continues to stare up at Wooyoung in a daze, the evening sun shining golden-hour rays behind her, encircling her head like a halo, like she is an angel from heaven coming to take San away. And San would let her, would kneel on the ground and cry at her feet, would kiss the palm of her hand and bask in her unbridled glory.
For she is what authors and poets wrote love stories about, what ancient kings and rulers went to war and destroyed nations for. She is heaven and also hell. She is the sun but also the moon. She is the stars and planets and galaxies above. She is the deity mortals would give offerings to, the deity they would pray at the altar to, begging for blessings and forgiveness. She is Iris. She is Persephone. She is Aphrodite. She is all of that and more, in the form of a living, breathing soul.
San can’t believe she’s all hers.
“Guh,” she says, after a long stretch of silence.
“Wow, that good, huh?” Wooyoung giggles. “I’ve never left you speechless before.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You leave me speechless everyday, darling,” San drawls lowly, her eyes honing in on the way Wooyoung’s nipples harden at the sound of her raspy voice. She licks her chapped lips, aching to put her mouth on them. Maybe nibble them a little bit.
“You sap.” Wooyoung giggles and crawls back onto the bed, hips swaying tantalizingly. She settles back into San’s lap and wiggles happily, her ass rubbing against San’s crotch.
“Mmm maybe so.” San runs her hands up Wooyoung’s thighs, fingers grazing over the delicate lace at her hip. “But can you blame me when I’ve got a pretty little thing like you sitting in my lap?” She grabs Wooyoung's ass, spreading her cheeks, and plays with the fragile string of the thong. The moan she receives in response makes her pussy throb.
“I guess I can’t,” Wooyoung breathes out, her lashes fluttering when San’s fingers run up and down her crack. “But look at what you’ve done.” Wooyoung grabs San’s wrist and brings it closer to her core. San can feel the damp fabric of the thong, sticky with arousal. “You’ve ruined my pretty lingerie.” Her breath hitches when San runs the pad of her thumb down and then up, stroking her gently through the fabric.
“How is that my fault?” San kisses the corner of Wooyoung’s eye, right near her cute little mole. She traces a path down to her jaw and neck with her lips, like dotting a treasure map to help lead her to where she needs to go. X marks the spot. She leaves her final kiss on Wooyoung’s left breast, near her heart. “Besides, I plan to ruin more than just your cute little panties tonight, baby.”
Wooyoung huffs out a laugh, squirming as San’s lips continue downward. “You better not plan on doing anything else to these.” Her hands grip at San’s short hair when San licks a path from the middle of her chest, back up to her neck. “I swear Sannie, I mean– Oh, ” Wooyoung trails off, her eyes fluttering shut as San sucks on her neck, right near her ear where she’s most sensitive. Her breath stutters when San licks at the mark she made.
San kisses her neck and chuckles softly. “What were you saying, dearest?” She blows gently on Wooyoung’s ear, grinning when Wooyoung giggles and shoves at her shoulder playfully.
“You’re so mean to me, San-ah.”
San barks out a laugh. “Oh, honey, I think you know better than anyone that I can be a lot meaner than this.” She gently tugs at Wooyoung’s hair and smiles at the way Wooyoung cackles.
“Oh yeah,” she snorts, “I still have the handprints on my ass from two nights ago to prove it.”
San hums and grabs one of Wooyoung’s asscheeks harshly, the sound of her hand against the soft flesh making a resounding smack . She smirks when Wooyoung gasps and unconsciously grinds down, seeking the friction she isn’t currently getting. She kneads her hand into Wooyoung’s soft cheeks. “I think you like it when I’m a little mean, don’t you think?”
“Not when you say my head is too big to fit through the front door,” Wooyoung deadpans, referring back to their earlier conversation. Her playful glare serves no other purpose than to do funny things to San’s heart.
San smirks. “Ohhhhh my dearest Wooyoungie…” she sings, pulling Wooyoung closer to her and kissing her cheeks. “Sannie is soooo sorry. Your head is not too big to fit through the front door. In fact, I think it’s the perfect size. And even if your head was inhumanely big, I would still think it’s the cutest head in the world. In the universe , even. And I would fight anyone who says otherwise.” She punctuates her words with wet kisses all over Wooyoung’s face, the butterflies in her stomach soaring at Wooyoung’s shrieking laughter.
“Stop, stop you’re so gross, you’re slobbering all over me,” Wooyoung squeals. “Mercy, mercy!” San ends her crusade with a final, resounding kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead, and finishes it off with a raspberry, blowing spit into Wooyoung’s skin. Wooyoung screeches again, happiness evident through her laughter. “You are such a freaking dork,” she wheezes out. Wooyoung looks down at San, her eyes shining with tears of laughter, cheeks rosy and pulled up, smile so wide that San could probably count every single one of her teeth. She’s the most beautiful person in the world.
All at once, San feels overwhelmed with love for the woman in front of her. It’s been nearly four years that they’ve been together, longer that they’ve known each other. And every time San looks at Wooyoung, it feels as though she’s looking at her for the first time, in a shitty nightclub that her freshman roommate dragged her out to, in order to get San to become more sociable. Blue and red lights had danced in the dark, meeting together in the middle to make purple. Wooyoung was one of the first people she had been introduced to, all of them crowded together around a standing table not meant for eight people. Her eyes were lined with dark shadow and liner, and there were gemstones stuck to the inner corner of her eyes, causing her to sparkle under the flashing lights. She had blond hair back then, fried to hell and chopped into a long pixie cut. Her lips were glossy and pink, and San swears that in that moment, church bells had begun ringing in her mind–no, actually, it was more like a thousand church bells were clanging and crashing together at the highest frequency, a cacophony of sounds filling her head while Wooyoung gazed at her with the most open expression, laughing at one of San’s stupid jokes, eyes creasing up with happiness when San asked her to dance, nose scrunched up when they took a couples shot of soju together. Wooyoung held her hand as they waited for the Kakao Taxi that night, her free hand drawing mindless shapes on San’s arm. So gentle that they left goosebumps in their wake. San had walked her to her dorm room, and floated home that night with a new number in her phone and a lipstick stain on her cheek.
It was love at first sight, and it went both ways.
And now here they are, five years later, and San couldn’t be any happier.
“ Your freaking dork,” San responds cutely. She purses out her lips and makes kissy noises while Wooyoung wipes the saliva off her face with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, yeah.” Wooyoung wraps her arms around San’s neck and forces her closer, their noses just barely touching. “You’re my dork.” Her voice sounds so fond, so sweet, like strawberries dipped in cream. It makes San want to melt into a puddle of goo right there on her bed. But she won’t be able to fuck the love of her life into the mattress if she’s a pile of goo, so she perseveres.
With the way Wooyoung is looking at her though, it’s hard not to kiss her, so San does just that. Their lips mold perfectly together, like they were both carved out of the same stone when they were created. She cuts straight to the chase and licks into Wooyoung’s mouth, tracing each and every one of Wooyoung’s perfect teeth, sucks gently on Wooyoung’s tongue and relishes in the hum of approval Wooyoung gives her.
Kissing Wooyoung has to be one of her favorite activities. Right behind eating her out and fucking her senseless.
“Sannie, Sannie,” Wooyoung sighs, disconnecting their lips. San continues to pepper kisses down her neck, down her chest. She wraps her lips around Wooyoung’s nipple through the lace of her bodysuit and sucks hard. The high pitched whine Wooyoung lets out makes San feel impossibly wet.
“God, you sound so good,” San hisses out. She reaches for Wooyoung’s untouched nipple and rolls it between her fingers as she continues sucking the other in her mouth. San loves the way Wooyoung sounds when she plays with her cute little nipples. She’s always so breathy and desperate, whiny and needy in the best way. San knocks her teeth against the piercing through the lace, tugging at it slightly, and Wooyoung keens loudly.
“Sannie please. Please, please, please.” Wooyoung throws her head back and whines even more as San maneuvers her so she's straddling one of her knees, letting her grind her clothed pussy against San’s thigh.
“Yeah, that’s it baby,” San moans. “Rub yourself on my thigh while I play with your big tits. You’re so fucking perfect.” She pinches both nipples this time, and grins wickedly at the way Wooyoung’s ministrations stutter, at the way Wooyoung whimpers. She sounds so lovely, her moans filling the air like a beautiful hymn. San could listen to her all day.
“Sannie–Unnie,” Wooyoung gasps. “I can’t, I can’t–” Her panties are completely soaked through, her slick seeping through and making the glide on San’s thigh even easier, and San fucking loves it. Wooyoung always gets so wet for her, it makes San’s head feel like it's filled with cotton candy.
San takes the hint and lifts Wooyoung off of her, gently laying her on her back. “Off,” she orders gently, sliding the thin straps of the lingerie off of Wooyoung’s shoulders. Wooyoung complies, and soon enough, there is a fully naked Jung Wooyoung sprawled on San’s bed. And San understands then what Sappho meant when she wrote,
‘Sweet mother I cannot weave–
slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.’
For San feels as though her entire being belongs to the woman below her. She would give Wooyoung anything if she asked. She would move mountains, carve rivers and valleys just to make Wooyoung look at her the way she is now.
“Are you quoting Sappho in your head again?”
San hums and hovers over Wooyoung on all fours. “Maybe,” she croons. She leans down and kisses Wooyoung lightly on the lips.
“You fucking nerd.” Wooyoung laughs. “While I appreciate the linguistic worship being bestowed upon me, I do think our position is kinda unfair.” She roams her eyes down San’s body. “It seems that I am the only one of us who is unclothed.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what should we do about that?”
“I think,” Wooyoung chimes. “I think you should get naked, like, yesterday. I might cry if I don’t see your tits soon.”
San laughs loudly and sits up on her haunches. “So dramatic. Ah, well. Whatever my baby wants, I must deliver.” She slides her shirt off quickly, exposing her small breasts. Wooyoung always talks about how she could write a thousand dissertations about how much she loves San’s tiny tits, how much she wants to suck on her nipples until they’re puffy and sore. How she wants to mark them all over until there’s no clean canvas to work with. That alone fills San with a deep satisfaction, the way Wooyoung talks about her body like it’s art, something to be fawned over and revered. It makes her feel sexy. Makes her feel wanted. She shimmies her sleep shorts and boxer briefs down in one awkward movement, and then she’s fully naked.
“Wow, that was so unsexy. I gave you a whole strip tease, and I get basically nothing in return,” Wooyoung says, eyes zeroed in on San’s defined abdomen. San knows Wooyoung could pretty much care less about how San gets naked, she just cares that the end result is San’s tits being out in the open.
San promptly ignores her, and leans down to kiss her tummy. “Sorry, love.”
“I’ll forgive you if you sit on my face.”
“No sugarcoating it, huh?” San grins up at her.
“Nope. I’m horny and I’m impatient and I really, really, really want you to sit on my face.” Wooyoung looks so desperate, her face flushed a light pink, her teeth digging into her lower lip. San runs her thumb along Wooyoung’s lips, letting Wooyoung wrap her pretty mouth around it. She sucks on it, her eyes fluttering shut as she runs her tongue along the pad of San’s thumb. She’s sucking wetly, messy, like she is sucking on San’s clit instead. She looks up at San with half-lidded eyes. “Please unnie?” she whispers.
Hook, line, and sinker.
San curses and scrambles up. “Shit, baby okay. Suck on unnie’s pussy if you’re that desperate for it,” She crawls over Wooyoung’s body and hovers just above where Wooyoung wants her. “Remember, if you need a break, tap on my thigh twice.”
“Of course,” Wooyoung grins. “Now c’mere, I’m starving .” She grabs San’s ass and pulls her forward, her nose brushing against the hair at San’s core. She glances up and meets San’s eyes. “I will eat well,” she sings out.
San snorts out a very unattractive laugh, because wow , her girlfriend is such a doofus. She fully intends to say so, maybe tease her a little bit more, but the words are stolen from her throat when Wooyoung licks a hot, wet stripe up her cunt. San grabs onto the headboard in front of her, her short nail digging into the wood.
If eating pussy was an Olympic sport, Wooyoung would take home gold every time. She licks and suckles with so much enthusiasm, like there is nothing else she would rather be doing in the world than be between San’s legs. She uses her fingers to spread San open for easier access to her twitching hole, and she dives in greedily, sucking up San’s juices like it were the nectar of the gods. She moans like she’s the one getting eaten out, and the vibration of it sends a jolt up San’s spine.
“Baby,” San groans as she tilts her head back, getting lost in the feeling of Wooyoung’s heavenly tongue prodding her deeply. “You make unnie feel so good, doing so well, lovely.”
Wooyoung moans again and redirects her attention to San’s clit. She latches on and sucks hard, swirling her tongue over the swollen nub. One hand sneaks up and starts playing with San’s nipple, and San huffs out a sigh. Her nipples aren’t particularly sensitive, but Wooyoung somehow knows how to play her body like an instrument, knows how to pull the sweetest sounds from her throat, and knows how to give San pleasure like no one has before.
“Getting close,” San pants, as she starts grinding down on Wooyoung’s face. “Need more, please baby. Give me more.” She feels delirious with want, her body singing and reacting to every touch Wooyoung bestows upon her. Sweat beads at her temples, and her thighs are shaking with exhaustion. Her nails have practically made permanent indentations on the headboard with how hard she’s gripping it.
Wooyoung complies, greedily sucking on San’s clit with more fervor. She abandons her nipple, and instead reaches down to San’s wet hole. She starts with a gentle touch, testing the waters, but when she hears San’s groan of approval, she sticks her index finger in, the slide easy with how wet San is. She thrusts her finger in and out a couple of times before adding a second. Her fingers crook up, prodding at San’s walls.
San can feel her orgasm cresting, so she pulls her hands off the headboard and grabs onto Wooyoung’s hair, using her grip to ride her girlfriend’s tongue and fingers properly. Her breaths are coming out as pants at this point, her entire body shaking with pleasure.
Then, Wooyoung pulls her fingers out and slams them back in, hard .
San nearly screams, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her peak reaches its highest level. She’s at the top of the mountain, exhilarated from making it this far up, body singing in tune to Wooyoung’s tongue swirling over her clit, and her fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. The peak is high, but the fall is the greatest ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” San moans. “I’m—I’m—”
San comes with a cry of Wooyoung’s name, entire body spasming. Her cunt clenches hard around Wooyoung’s fingers, body tensing before she drops down like a marionette whose strings were cut.
She takes a few moments to breathe with her eyes shut, the aftershocks making her foot twitch slightly. She nearly flinches when she feels two quick taps to her thigh. “Oh shit.” She rolls over and flops onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look, breathing heavily.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Wooyoung whines out, “Unnie.”
San looks over and sucks in a deep breath. Wooyoung’s face is smeared with spit and slick. Her lips are shiny and swollen red and look oh-so kissable. San wants to lean over and kiss her until she’s breathless again. Until she’s whining and begging for more, begging for San’s tongue or fingers or cock. Her eyes are glazed over with clear desire, and San can read the look in her eyes, clearer than the sky on a cloudless day.
I know what you need.
“Go pick out a cock and bring me my harness,” San orders. Her mouth twitches up in amusement when Wooyoung springs into action before she even finishes her sentence.
Wooyoung skips over to the closet in happiness. Her butt looks so cute from behind, and San yearns to bury her face in it and just. Fall asleep maybe. San reaches over the bed to shuffle through her bedside drawer, fumbling around until she finds the large bottle of lube that’s stashed there.
“I can’t decide between the ten inch vibrating cock or the werewolf knotting dildo,” Wooyoung peeks her head out and pouts. She’s holding both options in each hand, like she’s weighing the pros and cons of each. She examines both of them seriously, her brows furrowed like it’s the most important decision she’s ever had to make in her entire life. Which, to her, it probably is.
San doesn’t supply any commentary, only looks on fondly as Wooyoung debates with herself about which silicon cock is going to be shoved up her pussy that day. She can hear Wooyoung mumbling lowly, hearing fragments of words like “come inflation” and “feel it in my guts”. Like those were normal things to be talking to herself about.
San is so obsessed with her.
Eventually, Wooyoung makes her decision and tosses the werewolf cock back into the closet. She snatches the harness from where it hangs and waddles back over to the bed, an excited grin on her face.
“How d’you wanna do this, baby?” San asks while slipping on the harness and attaching the dildo to the O-ring. She’s secretly glad that Wooyoung chose this one, the vibrating pulses feel wonderful against her clit, and every time they’ve used this particular cock, Wooyoung always makes the prettiest noises, always looks so blissed and fucked out after just a few thrusts.
“Can I ride you, unnie?” Wooyoung looks at her with wide, pleading eyes. Her face is flushed so prettily, and still wet from eating San out.
How could San ever say no to her?
“C’mon then,” San leans back against the headboard, maneuvering pillows to sit against her lower back. “Since you want it so bad, sit on unnie’s cock, baby.”
Wooyoung whines and crawls over onto San’s lap, settles herself all nice and pretty. San wraps her arms around her and pulls her closer. Her clit rubs against the rubber cock, making her jolt in San’s arms and let out a gentle moan. She grinds against it, wetting it with her arousal, her eyes fluttering in pleasure, and San feels her pussy pulse at the sight.
“Feels good, honey?” San drawls out, forcing Wooyoung impossibly closer with a hand on her ass. Wooyoung ruts up against the cock and nods, biting her lip as if to muffle the sounds she wants to make.
Well, San can’t have that.
San reaches up and grabs Wooyoung's lower lip. “Don’t hold back,” she whispers as she presses her thumb against Wooyoung’s clit. “I wanna hear all the gorgeous noises you make.”
“Hnn… but it’s embarrassing,” Wooyoung whines. “And your apartment walls are thin, the neighbors will hear.”
“Good,” San grits out, rubbing harder at Wooyoung’s clit. Wooyoung moans unabashedly and drops her head on San’s shoulder. “I want them to hear. I want everyone to hear, I want them to know how pretty I can make you sing for me.” She leans in and nibble’s at Wooyoung’s pierced ear. “I want everyone in this entire fucking building to know that you’re mine, that only I can fuck you this well, this hard. That only I can touch you like this, breed you like you need.”
Wooyoung sobs. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck me baby, please. I need it. Put it in, please please please—” Her pleas are broken by a choked off moan when San lubes up the toy and starts pressing in slowly, holding onto Wooyoung’s hips as leverage.
It takes a bit, the toy is large, and even if Wooyoung is a self-proclaimed size queen, it’s still a tight fit. Wooyoung’s pussy squeezes the toy like a vice, and San can see Wooyoung’s resolve breaking with each inch of the cock that slides into her. Her hands are shaking, gripping onto San’s shoulder tightly.
“Nnng, so big unnie,” Wooyoung slurs when she finally bottoms out. “Your cock.” She reaches down to her stomach and caresses it. “Can feel it here.”
San groans and reaches down to the base of the dildo, where the button to start the vibrations is. “You ready, baby?”
Wooyoung nods, and instantly, the vibrations start, making Wooyoung squeak in surprise. She starts fucking herself down on San’s cock, moans being punched out at her with every thrust.
San plants her feet on the bed and thrusts up, matching Wooyoung’s pace. Wooyoung moans in response and digs her nails deeper into San’s shoulders. Her whole body shakes, pussy clenching hard with every one of San’s thrusts.
The evening light has faded, bathing the room in a deep dark, the light of the moon shining onto the bed. San’s breath stutters as she gazes up at Wooyoung, goddess of her life, who is spearing herself on San’s cock. She’s sweaty and flushed, messy and wet and oh so beautiful. San wants to kiss her feet, sing songs of her glory and revere her, as an apostle would for their chosen god.
“Fuck, you feel so good, feels so right,” Wooyoung gasps out. “Your cock was made for me, unnie. Made to fuck me, to use me.” She increases her pace, her heavy tits bouncing with each movement. San wants to lean forward and bite them, suckle them until they’re red and swollen, just to make Wooyoung cry even louder.
The vibrations of the dildo hit San’s clit with every thrust, driving her crazy, making her pussy drip with wetness. She’s already sensitive from her previous orgasm, and she doesn’t know how much longer she’ll last with the stimulation on her clit, combined with Wooyoung’s pretty noises and filthy mouth. She feels a familiar tightness in her core, so she picks up the pace, wanting Wooyoung to come first.
“Come on, babygirl,” San grits out. She smacks at Wooyoung’s ass, forcing a moan out from her girlfriend’s throat. “Fuck yourself on my fat cock. That’s it. You’re doing so good, you’re so good.”
Wooyoung keens from the praise, her eyes squeezed shut. Sweat drips from her face and her thighs shake from exhaustion, but San knows that Wooyoung would rather die than stop bouncing on San’s dick. “Unnie, unnie please,” she whines. “I’m so close.”
San reaches down and rubs at Wooyoung’s clit, fast paced and clumsy, and Wooyoung cries out, hips jolting out of rhythm. “Gonna fuck you so well,” San spits out unevenly, her own orgasm approaching. “Gonna fuck you full, breed you right. Gonna fuck you pregnant, everyone is gonna know who you belong to.”
That does it.
In elementary school, San’s science teacher had showed her class a time lapse video of a flower blooming, its vibrant petals peeking out from the bud, and San had watched with awe, thinking it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, how something could open up so beautifully and gracefully.
Wooyoung wails as she clenches down on San’s cock, orgasm overtaking her every movement. Wetness gushes from her cunt, coating San’s fingers and strap. San fucks her through her it, shorter and less intense thrusts to get her through the aftershocks. “That’s right, baby,” San whispers softly. “Good, you’re so good.” She reaches down and turns off the vibrating feature, so as to not overstimulate Wooyoung too much. Usually, Wooyoung would be able to handle it, but they didn’t talk about a particular scene before they started, so San didn’t want to assume.
San coos lightly and runs her hands down Wooyoung’s body, gentle soothing touches, her cock still sheathed inside of her. Wooyoung has her eyes closed, and her breath is coming out in rapid pants. Her leg twitches slightly when San starts to pull out.
“Fuck, San-ah,” Wooyoung huffs out laughing. “That was so hot. I came so hard, I think I saw God.”
“Oh yeah?” San gave a crooked grin. “What do they look like?” She unclasps the harness and throws it to the side. They’ll clean it up later. She gives an appreciative hum when Wooyoung starts massaging the marks where the straps were digging into her skin.
“She’s beautiful, actually. I would fuck her.”
San snorts out a laugh and shoves at Wooyoung playfully, intending to sit up and grab a washcloth to wipe her down with. It’s not often she’s able to make Wooyoung squirt like that, so when she does, it tends to make a mess. However, Wooyoung pushes her back with a determined look in her eye before she can properly sit up.
“You didn’t come.”
San hums. “It’s okay, baby. I already came once.”
Wooyoung shakes her head. “No, I want to make you come.” She gives San a serious look, which is offset by the cute pout of her lips. “Can I use the dildo on you?” she asks, jutting out her lower lip. “I won’t put it in, I know you’re not a size queen like me, but can I vibrate it against your clit?”
San groans at the thought. “‘Course you can baby, shit.” Her arousal never really went away, and the thought of Wooyoung spreading her own juices onto San’s clit like that makes her cunt ache.
Wooyoung wiggles in happiness and reaches for the dildo where it was thrown at the end of the bed. She switches on the vibration setting and crawls in between San’s legs, pushing at her lightly to get her to fully lay down.
The first touch of the vibrator to her cunt makes San jolt, a whine bubbling out of her throat. Her clit is so sensitive, and she hisses when the dildo just barely brushes against it.
“You sound so pretty,” Wooyoung sighs lovingly. “Makes me wanna fuck you too, but your pussy is too tight for any of the cocks in your closet. If only I had brought one from my house,” she laments, pouting slightly. “I wanna see you cry on my cock.” She presses the vibrator fully onto San’s clit.
Electricity zaps up San’s spine, making her arch her back. “Youngie,” she sobs out. She grabs Wooyoung's hair and tugs her down, crying out again when Wooyoung latches her lips around one of her nipples.
The slight burn in her core flares up rapidly, forming a crescendo of pleasure and pain. Wooyoung’s hand grips her thigh possessively, right where their matching tattoo sits. Her mouth encircles around San’s nipple, sucking and nibbling and biting them until they’re raw. Wooyoung’s finger just barely breaches her entrance, teasing her as she increases the pressure on her clit.
And then, the fall.
San comes hard, riding the vibrations of the dildo, sobbing from the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. Wooyoung releases her mouth from San’s nipple, but continues to hold the vibrator against her clit, and grins at the way San grumbles and gently shoves her off.
“Fuck,” San wheezes out. She closes her eyes, basking in the warm feeling of her afterglow.
Wooyoung hums in agreement and shimmies her way next to San, maneuvering her so San’s head is resting on her plush tits. She wraps her arms around San’s shoulders and squeezes, pressing San’s face into her sternum.
It’s quiet for a minute, the only sound being the drip of San’s leaky bathroom faucet and their deep breathing. San can feel herself start to nod off, the comforting presence of Wooyoung next to her making her feel sleepy and content.
They shouldn’t fall asleep; they have to get up and change the sheets, they have to shower and run the laundry. They have to get up and finish at least one episode of the anime or Mingi will complain to them about it for days. They have to get up and get ready for dinner later, they had promised themselves they would actually go out for once instead of relying on take out. They have to get up. There’s so much they have to do.
But being here, in the warmth of Wooyoung's arms, San thinks they could probably sleep just a couple of hours. The world will continue on if they don’t change the sheets, or forget to start the laundry, or just order takeout.
None of it matters anyway.
Wooyoung is what matters, what will always matter, and what will always come first to San. No matter what, no matter what anyone says, no matter what happens, San will always choose Wooyoung.
And when Wooyoung starts snoring loudly, disrupting the peace they had created, San knows she feels the same.
And, really, that’s all they need.