If your breath gets quick, that's normal
Yunjin gripped the comforter as she shifted, staring amusedly down at delicate and soft fingers attempting to undo her belt. Its been a while now and the situation still hasn’t quite progressed. She allowed her a few seconds, noticing her increasing frustration, before breaking into a chuckle and leaning down to pry her hands away so she could handle it herself.
Chaewon huffed and moved back a little to let her undo the buckle. “What the fuck did you tie it with? Polyester-...?”
Her words faded off as she watched nimble and long.. lengthy fingers wind themselves around the thick material, tugging, an inner wrist flexing from the sheer force, then successfully ridding the prog from its position, unhooking it. Warmth crept up her skin, she felt slightly perverted in her way of thinking, which was quite ironic when considering the activities they were about to partake in. Nonetheless, the vision of strong fingers strumming around her skin, clenching, sliding, filling… Flooded her. It felt lewd.. anticipatory. Theres nothing explicit about this, but yet it feels so. She’s reminded again of all the intimate ways in which she’d been greeted by those palms, memory shifting from one event to the other, Chaewon’s head falling back against the doorframe, chest exposed, focused on the way gentle hands slid out from inside her to then roughly pushing themselves back in-
Chaewon took a breath. Her eyes flickered up.
“Well.. It just needs,” Yunjin replied, keenly aware of the effect she was having on her, having swiftly unbuckled the belt in under three seconds, pulling the tip out the loop slowly, while staring her right in the eyes. “A certain grip.”
“Oh.”
“Mhm..” The blonde watched her slowly detonate, from her position on the couch. Patiently waiting.
Waiting for what, she didn’t know.
Chaewon wasn’t oblivious to the girl’s beauty, but seeing her like this just.. turned her speechless. Manspreading, fingers still somewhat wrapped around the belt, mouth bruised from constant liplocking and her eyes dark with intention. Quite a mutual understanding, she felt, between her and female fans, who she watched constantly fawning over the American. Even now she struggled to make sense of her surroundings from how taken she was with her.
The tension in the small space was too much, Chaewon felt her heart drop to her abdomen. So she wet her mouth.. Rose from her position on the ground and moved forward. Placed her own hands on jean clad thighs, anchored herself, then straddled her, her skirt riding up.
Yunjin’s eyes dragged up her form, from her midriff, to the shape of her chest tightly hidden behind the crop top, then eventually landing on her face. Yunjin blew out a breath.
It made for a sexy image.
Hands snaked towards her hips, firm, pressing the skin. “Your body is ridiculous. Damn.”
The confident way in which she touched her, reassured and ready, it did things to her. Chaewon wanted.
“Please stop teasing me..” Chaewon pleaded quietly, unable to speak, eyelashes fluttering closed, then open again. She was throbbing. Just imagining the things that would be done to her had her absolutely speechless.
Seeking friction, she began to press herself against Yunjin’s knees, heat emitting from the hard fabric of her jeans. It felt delicious. She felt aflame. And just as quicky as it had come, it was taken away.
Her eyes blinked open in surprise and fell on the girl underneath her, currently wearing a small smile on her face. It caused her to look away momentarily, warmth creeping up behind her ears.
“You got on your knees the minute I came home, yet I’m the one whos a tease?” She could hear the smile in her voice. Hands moved from under her skirt, made contact with her ass, kneading the skin there, then gently giving a smack. Her pussy clenched instinctively. Chaewon let out a gasp as she was rocked forward, soft hands keeping her steady by the hips.
Chaewon, feeling lightheaded from stimulation, made sure to grip her by the shoulders to stay upright. Her arms felt like lead. The way Yunjin looked at her made her want to set herself ablaze. It was intoxicating. Chaewon wet her lips as she tried to get a sentence out. “I need-”
Yunjin leaned back, causing the older girl to buck forward and press their foreheads together, and then proceeded to give another, much harder smack on her right asscheek.
“Oh-,” Her eyes glaze over. The sting wets her even further. She was convinced she’d come from this alone.
Her skirt stayed rucked over her pelvis, revealing the light pink glow of her skin, and Yunjin bit her lip in an attempt to contain her grin as she admired the view.
“I get why you you’re always asking for me to spank you now. I’m turned on just looking at it.”
She received a whine in response. Yunjin, taking pity on her, finally, finally, moved to kiss her, murmuring words of encouragement, skimming her palms to soothe the burn she most likely felt around her ass. Chaewon wasn’t fazed, too busy trying to get them to flash forward to the part where she gets railed against whatever surface Yunjin deems appropriate. She was done with whatever fucked up foreplay the girl had in store for her.
So far shes been the only one getting riled up. How Yunjin could stay this composed, she didn’t know. Just thinking about them doing it is driving her crazy. Shes even sweating from exertion and they haven't even done anything, other than make-out and look at each other.
Her hands go to her top to shed them but before she can get them off Yunjin is grabbing her by the wrists, moving them away. The blonde is eyeing her body appreciatively. “No. Keep that on. The skirt too. I like you like this.”
Before she can stammer out a response, hands snake themselves around her thighs, deft fingers dip low, and two fingers suddenly slide inside of her.
The intrusion drew out a surprised moan from within her. Chaewon felt her wetness coating Yunjin’s fingers and shuddered, moving forward to wrap her hands around the girl’s neck. It felt so good.