✦ lesbolieeh ✦

It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the ‘healthiest’ thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Soojin that I was over Sooyoung, I still hadn’t convinced myself. And the same went for Soojin; she had convinced me she was over Naeun, but not herself.

My plan for Valentine’s Day was sublime and if I didn’t go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn’t wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!

And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine’s Day.

“Since you’re my girlfriend tonight, let’s go down to the room I rented, shall we?”

“This feels weird,” she giggled lightly.

“Play along!” I held out my hand for her to hold and flashed her a smile. She reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had originally booked for me and Sooyoung.

Our hands were sweating. It wasn’t the first time we held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don’t do. The affection we’ve displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now…we were going to show affection in ways we’ve only done to lovers.

Tall wooden door (yes, I paid extra for a fancy room); arrival. Sighs of relief. Her sigh was louder than mine; she was more nervous than me. Why?

I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.

“If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don’t want to go through with this if you don’t want to,” I said and looked at her.

Her eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed her consent to be sure she was OK.

“I want to do this, don’t worry,” she smiled a little as her heart pounded.

Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact. “After you,” I gestured her to enter the room.

“Why thank you,” she blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her flustered state. But I did. And I smiled when I saw it.

The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Soojin had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to her surprise, she saw none of that. I pushed her down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting her for the real surprise, and sat beside her.

“Before we do anything, we need safe words.”

“Safe words?” she inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.

“A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits,” I explained shortly.

“Alright, mine is apple.”

“Why apple though?” I giggled at her randomness.

“I ate an apple today.” (It was true, she’d had a green apple because she once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)

“If you’re going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach.”

“Why peach?” she raised her brow at me stealing her fruit idea.

“Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of,” I replied and laughed at her flustered self.

She knew she had a plump peach. It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as her best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly pretty she is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!

I put my hand on her thigh to get her attention away from the embarrassment. “Tonight, I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess,” I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Soojin’s spine.

I neared her and whispered in her ear, “Tonight, I’m your Mami.”

She gulped. I had always been a dominant person in everything I did, so she expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took her by surprise. But it only made sense for me to use titles in bed because I was classy like that.

“What’s your safe word?” I asked to make sure she knows she can use it whenever she wants to. After all I didn’t know what was out of her comfort-zone.

“Apple.”

“If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?”

“Yes, Mami,” she answered, a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.

With her green light I continued, “Good girl.”

At the praise, her cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive she was already. Before tonight I wasn’t sure what kind of partner she would be but finding out what she likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend’s kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns her on, what makes her scream, what makes her cry; everything.

“My best friend’s into praise, hm. Who would have thought?” I teased and squeezed her thigh lightly.

“I’m not your best friend anymore, Mami. I’m ‘Princess’, right?” I looked into her eyes and saw something I’d never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn’t seen her like this before?

“Indeed, you are, Princess,” I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up her thick, muscular thigh. She followed my hand’s path up her dress with her gaze and bit her lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was she holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on her V-line, I heard how her breathing grew louder and more unsteady. She seemed to enjoy her thighs being touched.

I noticed how she put one of her legs over the other nervously, and smirked. To tease her, I let go of her thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. She tensed. Maybe she wanted me to touch her some more?

“After you, Princess,” I said and opened the door to the bathroom for her. Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had her blushing ferociously.

She went into the new room, not expecting much waiting for her. But the sight she was met by was nowhere near what she expected, yet it didn’t shock her one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface. She chuckled, “As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person.”

“I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess. I’m your Mami, right?” I asked with a confident smirk.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered and turned away from me so she could avoid my powerful gaze.

“Yes what?” I pushed a little to see how comfortable she was with the title.

“Yes, I’m Mami’s Princess,” she said under her breath.

I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. “Want to take this off for me?”

“Y-Yes, Mami.”

I smiled, “Then give me a little show.” She gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of her. With adrenaline coursing through her body, she let one strap fall off her shoulder teasingly. Then the other. Followed by the dress rolling off her body and planting on the floor. As soon as her skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and she flexed her abs. She sure had worked hard to get to flex her muscles like this.

Biting my lip, I pointed at her bra, “Take that off too.” The way I bit my lip made her feel confident. I didn’t bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Soojin had done, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of her clothes off. She unhooked the bra and let it slip down her arms and to the floor, next to her forgotten dress, showing her beautiful, plump boobs and chocolate brown nipples. Now, in front of me, was she standing in nothing but a pair of panties that were fitting all too tight due to that thick peach. She was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct her on what to do.

“Show me your princess part, Princess.” Blushing at the euphemism, she put her fingers under the waistband and pulled her panties down. She was fit and attractive. Each muscle on her body was visible, and she even took a breath in to bring her boobs up higher. “You’re so pretty, Princess,” I praised and watched a small smile break out on her face.

She walked to me with her head down and stood with her figure towering my sitting posture. “Do you want me to touch you, Princess?”

“Yes, please.” At that, I put a finger in the middle of her chest and traced it down her abs and slowly down to her slit. Damn, had I made her that wet already. She bit her lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; she wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn’t want to give her too much pleasure yet.

“Let’s get wet now, shall we? I didn’t fill this tub for aesthetics…” She laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, she slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took her a good half minute to fully settle down — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for her.

When she averted her attention from the pink water and back to me, she was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Sooyoung’s favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and she had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.

Soojin didn’t know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine’s Day or because I knew it was her favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, she hoped for the latter one.

“You look so pretty like this, Princess, but I think you’d look even better in this,” I winked and held up the red blindfold. She shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had she ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, she was going to put her trust in me.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Apple,” she answered, “I trust you. You don’t need to ask me about it all the time, I’ll tell if you need to stop.”

“But we’ve never done this before so I’m scared of it going wrong,” I admitted.

“I trust you. Trust me too, Mami.”

“As you wish, Princess,” I replied.

Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to her face, holding it right above. She was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening her heartbeat; she knew I wanted her to be verbal.

“Please,” she said, feeling slightly impatient; her heart would jump out her chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on her and tightened it behind her head, making sure it wasn’t too tight since I didn’t want to ruin her beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted her hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around her head. “Does it hurt, Princess?” I asked, referring to the blindfold.

“No, Mami.” The silk was smooth against her skin and, although all she could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. She could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching her this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved her as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I’d ruin her. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.

Slowly I proceeded to her neck. She could feel my presence, through my breaths on her skin, and thus elongated her neck for me — she couldn’t see me, but she could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up her neck to her well-defined jaw and down to the heart tattoo on her shoulder, while she tried to keep her breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on her since her sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.

“M-Mami?”

“Yes, Princess,” I said between kisses.

“Can I…touch you?”

“Not yet,” I smirked and moved further down to her collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire her tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged her to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Soojin. She felt calm. She felt at peace. She felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched her nipple, she let out a whimper. Bingo.

“Sensitive much?”

She didn’t answer.

“I asked you something, Princess,” I said with a less kind voice.

“Yes, Mami. I-I’m sensitive, but you already knew that.”

It was true. She didn’t show her vulnerability and sensitivity at the start of our friendship, but as soon as she opened up to me I realized her soul didn’t match her cold exterior. She never liked it when I jokingly roasted her, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet she’d be into that.

She whimpered out a 'Mami’ when I attached my lips to her nipple. Trying to not shock her body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect her a lot when she couldn’t hold back a sole whimper. I couldn’t tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because she had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make her feel.

To give her a little sensation without touching her, I breathed on the wet nipple so she shivered a little at the coldness. She put both of her hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize herself, feeling like she could lose the bare control she had now that I found a weak spot of hers. I flattened my tongue and licked against her, making her quiver.

“M-M-Mami,” she stuttered breathily. She wasn’t trying to call me, nor was she trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of her that seemed to love my title. She knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and her title already. Sooyoung’s title, I meant.

I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up her thigh. She moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, she let go of one of the edges and brought her hand over her mouth, making her lose a part of her balance. “Don’t keep your sounds to yourself, Princess. Give them to me,” I ordered.

Smirking against her skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. “M-Mami, Mami—” she whimpered loudly. She had tried to keep her noises to herself until now, but although it hurt her pride a little, she liked pleasing me.

How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from her to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of her face yet matched with her feverish blush. Her mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn’t gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see her naked body — every part from her beauteous tattoos to her seducing curves.

But there was one part of her body that I couldn’t see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. “Turn around,” I whispered in her ear.

“W-What?”

“Turn around and show me your butt, Princess,” I clarified and waited for her to move.

Unsurely, she supported herself on the edges and sat up. Although she couldn’t see she could feel, so she had no difficulty turning around and putting her hands on the edge she had been resting her back on until now. She arched her back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—

“C-Can you spank me?” she interrupted me from my thoughts.

Did I even know my best friend? Or did she know me so well that she knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?

“What do you say, Princess?”

Good girl knew the answer, “Please.”

“You’ll need to beg a little more than that,” I said teasingly, making her swallow yet another piece of her pride.

“Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I’ve been so good until now; don’t I deserve it?”

She made a fair point. And she also confirmed my theory of her having a praise kink.

“Yes, you do, Princess. You’ve been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain.”

Her cheeks tinted pink. Yes, she did indeed have a praise kink.

Suddenly I spanked her, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. She jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since she couldn’t see me or my hand in the air. Her cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.

“H-Harder, please, Mami.”

“Since you’re such a good princess for me, of course!” Those words. She loved hearing them. She knew I probably had those thoughts already, since she’s aware she’s a good girl, but hearing me say them made her heart race. Once again, I hit her skin and made her jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, she moaned out my title louder. She held her head down, adding to the submission.

“M-Mami—”

“You want more, Princess?”

“Yes, plea—”

Spank! Before she even could finish her answer, my hand was back on her cheek again — I had already predicted her answer. Now one of her cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching her blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.

Her blindfold, nipple and cheek weren’t the only things red. The part of her body that needed me the most hadn’t gotten any attention yet. Her pussy’s color stood out from most of her body and the way she reacted to small touches could only hint at her needing me to touch it.

“Turn around,” I ordered her again.

“W-What— But you haven't—”

“Do you want me to touch your princess part?” I disrupted her.

“Y-Yes.”

“Then turn around and show it to me, Princess.”

She let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting her back against it because she knew she’d stay in that position for a while. She heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; she could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto her lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of her head. The feeling of my smooth skin on her indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to her and whispered in her ear a million-dollar question: “You really want me?”

Gulping, she nodded promptly.

“Use your words, Princess,” I sang.

She took another gulp before speaking, “Y-Yes, please, Mami.”

“Good girl,” I praised and watched as her true smile made an appearance like it’d done many times tonight…

Only to form an 'o’ and let a long moan out as I sat down and met her pussy with mine deliciously. “Ah~ M-Mami~” The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my touch was what brought out her embarrassingly loud moan.

I decided to get back to her stunning neck and kiss it, not forgetting to get closer to her collarbone. I wanted to kiss the birthmark under her eye, but it was covered by the blindfold. It was a distinctive feature of hers, just like her many tattoos. I left one last kiss onher chest and started moving up and down slowly on her pussy, making sure both our clits were rubbing against each other. This wasn’t going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because she was my princess.

She sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I’d think of every now and then when I didn’t have my princess by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking her neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that she was mine.

As I sucked harder on her neck, her moans turned into constant whimpers. She didn’t know what this feeling was. Never had she ever made love with someone before. Sure, she’d been caring in bed but never had she felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn’t my first time. I had done this to Sooyoung every time I wanted her to know how much she meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Soojin had created, it felt real.

“Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?” At that I sunk my teeth into her collarbone, not the one with the new tattoo, but the bare one. I didn’t want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I’d be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in her tattoo and the lover in me was in her  love mark. She bit her lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, she loved being taken care of, but she also loved pain.

My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on her neck and the literal bite mark on her collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Soojin’d wake up that this night in fact had happened.

She let go of her lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt her pride because when you’re in love your pride doesn’t matter as much as it did before. She was reaching her breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn’t want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there’d be no more Princess and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on her neck and shoulder the next morning…but the illusion of love wouldn’t.

“A-Are you cumming?” I asked, drunk on love.

“Y-Yes, b-but I can wait.” We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn’t enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.

“I know you want to cum, Princess,” I said, not wanting her to wear herself out.

“C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I’ve a-always wanted y-you to do that to me,” she mumbled.

I didn’t answer her, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around her neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding her life in my hand and she trusted me with it. She trusted me with her whole life, and I didn’t let her down. That’s love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but continuing because you have faith in them.

In this moment, she had everything she didn’t know she wanted. She felt like she’d arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing she wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. Her marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on her neck a little, making her choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and hers pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn’t want to.

“Let’s cum together,” I said and let go of her neck.

“Please, just a little more,” she begged.

“We can’t hold back, and you know it,” I stated.

“Please, Mami,"s she cracked her voice. I looked at her face. Her face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren’t there because of the water splashing on her (I had made sure to not splash any on her face), they were there because they’d gotten out of her eyes. She was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. She wasn’t my girlfriend; she was only playing the role of my girlfriend. I treated her as if she were Sooyoung, not Soojin.

For the first time ever, I kissed her. Not on her body, but on her lips. She returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into her soft hair, not caring if I ruined her hair anymore. I didn’t care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, she let go of the tub fully and put her hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before she’d never get to touch me like this ever again.

I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let’s cum together.”

“Can you take th-the blindfold off first?”

Truth was that she wanted to see me so she could have a visual memory of that one time she made love with her best friend. During all of this, she’d had a blindfold and although she felt that everything was real, she wanted to know for sure she wasn’t dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. She opened her eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. “I love you,” she said, looking into my eyes.

Holding her face in my hands, I said, “I love you too.”

And there we reached our climax.

The end.

ONE YEAR LATER

Valentine’s Day.

The happiest day of the year for couples.

I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real girlfriend was standing in front of our bed. “I missed you so much, Soobaby,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as per usual.

She was clad in only a bra and pair of panties and nothing else. “I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh really?” I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as she stood in front of me.

She coughed to clear her throat and looked serious, “I’ve been keeping a little secret from you for a couple of weeks now…”

What did she mean? Had she been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?

I must’ve looked worried, because suddenly she broke out of the serious trance she tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly she pulled down her underwear to reveal the little surprise.

Right on her V-line.

A tattoo.

Of a little crown.

Because she is my princess.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub Bubbles and bubbly, ooh This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular (...) Kiss me and take off your clothes Imagine a world like that ❞

—ariana grande-butera; 2019

Princess Jade Thirlwall of England.

Princess Dua Lipa of Kosovo.

Princess Roseanne Park of Australia.

Princess Jennie Kim of New Zealand.

Princess Dita Karang of Indonesia.

Princess Yiren Wang of China.

Princess Yurina Kawaguchi of another queendom in Japan.

Princess Nicha Yontararak of Thailand.

Princess Chaewon Kim and her step sister Chaewon Park of Korea.

Princess Tzuyu Chou of Taiwan.

Princess Fatou Samba of Senegal.

Princess Lauren Jauregui of Cuba.

Princess Willow Smith of USA.

Princess Somi Jeon of Canada.

Did you count?

15 princesses.

Think the list is long? That’s not the whole list, I’m just too tired to remember the rest. They weren’t memorable anyway.

I now think you understand why my mother would be desperate enough to go as far as letting her youngest daughter get married first. Anyhow, my little sister got to meet the heir, Sakura Miyawaki, this afternoon and developed a liking for her a little too quick. Miyawaki was known as a spoiled princess with all the pictures of her doing ridiculously expensive activities for no valid reason. Last week she burned stacks of money so she could have a pleasant background for a picture on Instagram.

From the moment I met this so-called princess I knew she wasn’t worthy of being with my sister. I mean, the first seconds of her appearing, her mother already scolded her. Sakura had had the audacity to wear casual clothing — which consisted of items from the upcoming Gucci collection that hadn’t been released yet — in front of my family, knowing she’d meet my sister!

Rude.

If you’re going to meet your future wife, who is a freaking princess of a great empire, the least you can do is put on formal attire and bow — it’s called basic manners.

But the last straw was now.

I had been tossing and turning all night. The Miyawaki's hadn't considerate enough to give silk sheets to their guests! So, I decided to go out to the guest room’s balcony to get some fresh air.

But I saw something other than beautiful cherry blossom trees.

Sakura.

She was in her balcony.

Accompanied by someone.

A lady whose face I recognized as one of the maids.

The two were standing a little too close to each other.

“Wear this for me,” I heard her say.

She held up a collar.

How pathetic! Dominating one of the maids — where was the class in that? She’s supposed to be a princess! This is not the woman my sister should marry. I’ll have to teach her how to behave. Quickly, I put on a nightgown — in case I run into someone in the hallway — and walked past a few doors until I saw one with light shining under the small crack between the door and floor. I knocked on the door as lightly as I could while still making enough noise for Sakura to hear all the way from the balcony — I’m a guest and don’t want to wake anybody up, because I have manners as well as empathy for people with sleep deprivation.

I heard a few hushes and some rumbling behind the closed door. After a few seconds I heard steps nearing the door and it opened. “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?”

“To the side,” I said and pushed Sakura to the side so I could get in her room. It was huge and decorated with classy gold details and adornments. Didn’t match her dull personality at all. She was panicked. I wasn’t supposed to be in her room. Especially not right now. She didn’t care if anybody spotted us together in her room — she’d put the blame on me. The maid in her balcony was her worry.

After wandering my eyes all over the place I found what I looked for. Gracefully I made my way to her queen sized bed and sat down on the mattress made of clouds. Much softer than the bed in the guest room. She gulped. What was I doing? Let me tell you. Without breaking eye contact for a second, I put my hand on her bedside table and grabbed the leather collar she had ordered her maid to wear a minute or so ago. “The fuck’s this?”

She was red. Ashamed. Angry. Almost a little turned on by the sight of me in a nightgown on her bed with a pastel pink leather collar in my hand and the fact that I cursed so freely just added to the effect.

“Put it on,” I said.

“W-What—?” she stumbled over her words.

“I said put it on. Now,” I raised my voice.

Although she felt humiliated, she did it. Was it the fact that I was older or the fact that she didn’t mind being in a collar that made her do it? I have no idea; all I know is that that spoiled princess could choose to call the guards or even her mother and get me deported if she wanted to.

The black leather hugged her neck beautifully. She looked like a work of art, like a sophisticated and absolutely fabulous artist had dedicated their whole life on sculpting her body and handcrafting that specific collar just for Sakura. She looked down at the floor; she felt too humiliated to look me in the eyes. But I was going to make sure she’d never forget this. “Look at me.”

She disobeyed.

“I said look at me. Now!” I raised my voice once again.

“____...” she started gently.

“That’s not my name now, is it, slut?”

She gulped, clearly not expecting the sister of her soon-to-be wife to degrade her like this.

“What’s my name? Answer me, slut.”

“Mistress?”

“Right now, I’m a fucking queen and you take all my orders, understood?”

She nodded profusely. The tone of my voice and how I cursed made her wet. Subtly, she put her hands over her crotch area nervously out of reflex.

“I said understood?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

She knew the answer. A regular dominant lady would most likely not answer those words so confidently.

“Remember this, because tonight is the last time you’re going to have a mistress, understood?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Sit,” I ordered.

In a second, she was on her knees on the floor. So shameless. Had she forgotten about her little maid in the balcony?

“I meant on the bed, slut.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she apologized and did as I said. She must’ve loved being humiliated and taking orders from me, since she was so damn obedient. I looked at her. She gulped at my strong gaze. Something was bothering me. Too much fabric, too little skin.

“Take off your clothes,” I said and leaned back on my arms.

She stood up. The silk pajamas she was wearing were flowing and didn’t show any details of her body other than her hard nipples. I wondered if they were hard because the cold air from outside was sipping through the balcony or because she was turned on. Button by button she flashed more and more of her golden skin. She was standing tall and her muscles were flexed yet she was so small in my presence. It’s called class.

Her cheeks were a warm shade of pink and she tried to hide that when she pulled down her pants. How cute of her to assume I hadn’t already taken notice of her flustered state yet. When she was back up she had tried to look presentable in front of me by trying to conceal the blush on her face, but it was clear she was excited for what I was going to do. Her face was slightly tilted downwards, she couldn’t hold her chin up high in my presence — she was indeed submissive.

“Come here, Princess. On your knees.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she whispered. This time around, she knew I meant on the floor. Damn, she looked so fucking pretty down there, kneeled in front of me with only a collar and a pair of briefs on. Almost made me want to give her a reward.

Almost.

Too bad she didn’t deserve one.

“Suck on Mommy’s fingers,” I held out my hand for her.

She looked up into my eyes and edged closer until her pretty lips touched my skin. Slowly she leaned forward and introduced my pointer finger to her mouth. As good as she could she tried to be sexy for me. Keeping eye contact. Twirling her tongue. Arching her back. All of that for me. What impressed me was that she didn’t touch my hand with one of hers. She didn’t bring it to her face, instead she brought herself to me. Although she was indeed spoiled, she had gotten manners when it came to me. Maybe she wasn't too used to being called out and put in place. I pushed my middle finger deeper into her mouth and saw how for a second a small smile was present. She wanted me to go rougher on her. I knew it. But I didn’t give it to her. It was punishment after all.

“Get on the bed.” Immediately she let go of my fingers, leaving them wet, and got on all fours on the bed. Her butt was looking good and it wasn’t even nude yet.

“Turn around, Princess, I want to see your face.” Again, she listened to me and obeyed my instructions. She was quiet but I knew that dirty thoughts were going through her mind. She didn’t even need to say it, how she was so obedient and willing to do everything I said and how she wanted to do good for me was enough for me to know it.

I crawled on the huge bed until I was between her legs. The way her breathing fastened only made me confident, but the biggest source of motivation was the lesson about how she should treat my sister. For a few seconds I just stared at her and made her feel belittled. To her surprise, I tugged on the waistband of her briefs and slowly pulled them down, letting her wet pussy out in the cold air. Even her pussy was so fucking pretty with how red and needy it was with wetness dripping towards her thighs. I was certainly aroused with what I saw. Whilst I was dragging the fabric down her skin, she kept her gaze on me, wanting to see my reaction. Although she loved keeping eye contact to add to her sexiness, as well as to see if she was pleasing me or not, she closed her eyes.

Once again, surprising her, I gently brought her knees up in the air so I could have more access to her pussy, making her widen her eyes. Once my thumb touched her clit, she let out a delicate whimper and rolled her eyes back, not knowing she could feel this much sensation from just one finger. I moved my thumb up and down her labia and listened as she let out small whimpers from her parted lips when I touched her favorite parts. Clit and lowest part of her labia.

Her eyes were still rolled back and honestly it was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen. It was astounding how responsive she already was in just a minute of physical attention. I couldn’t help but lower myself to her skin and lick a long, wet stripe up her chocolate abs. Mmmh, tasted like chocolate too. I bit into her skin, not too hard, but hard enough to make her remember in the morning. To tease further, I blew on the wet traces from my tongue, giving her shivers. Letting go of her pussy, I pinched her nipple with my pointer finger and wet thumb, making her want to push her thighs together to get some kind of friction. But more than that, she wanted to be good for me.

She was back to being too quiet for my taste. Maybe it was because of the maid in the balcony who could probably hear everything we were doing, but to me that didn’t matter. I let go of her nipple and went to suck it instead, making her whine a little. My wet thumb made its way back to between her thighs, collecting wetness before rubbing her clit harder but slower than before. She was squeezing her eyes shut as she bit her lip to prevent her dirty sounds from coming out. Letting go of her tit, I put my other thumb on the lowest part of her labia, making her squirm and bring her hand to bite on. I retracted my fingers from her, making her let a deprived whine escape finally. Her orgasm had been nearing but now it was gone, and it hurt. By now, if her thighs if they hadn't been turned upwards, her wetness would surely be dripping down her thighs. Instead her sheets were wet. Eh, the maid will take care of it.

“M-Mommy, please.”

“Please what?”

“C-Can you fuck me?”

“I know you can do better than that, Princess,” I encouraged her. I wanted her to be louder. I wanted that maid and every woman close by to hear that she belonged wholly to one person. They didn’t hear my name so they wouldn’t know it was me — except for the maid, of course.

“Fuck me, ruin me, do whatever you want to me, please. I beg you. P-Please, Mommy,” she said in such an erotic way it wouldn't surprise me if she had acted in an erotic film before.

“Do you have any ropes perhaps?”

“Yes! Y-Yes, in the third drawer,” she hurried. Seemed like she really, really enjoyed me treating her like a slut. Chuckling, I left her on the bed and opened said drawer. She had kept the ropes hidden for a good reason. There were so many in different colors and different materials, from black to red to gold and regular rope to lace to leather. All was folded neatly; it was so organized it looked like after purchase they had just been waiting in the drawer and that she still hadn’t used any of them. I grabbed four ropes all in pastel pink leather like the cute dominatrix style to match Sakura’s collar, she blushed at the juxtaposition of the cute action of matching and the vulgarity of what the leather was going to be used for.

Slowly she gulped, looking forward to what I was going to do to her. Like a good slut, she held out the hand that was the nearest to me. I tied one of the ropes tightly on her hand and bound it to the nearest bedpost. She looked at me throughout the whole process. It felt gratifying when I dominated her, but the visual aspect was one she needed the most to memorize what I did to her this spectacular night for her to reminisce about on the endless nights she will inevitably spend without me.

I went to the other corner and tied her ankle to the bedpost and did the same to the other. The last limb to be tied was her hand. Again, she held it out for me, not wanting to wait any longer. So I tied it. She couldn’t move more than a few centimeters, but damn did it feel good. I could do whatever I wanted to her without her having any control and she loved it. She wanted me to treat her like a toy. So I just stood there and admired her body like she was art again.

But by now she was getting a little needy. She loved that I looked at her, but she wanted me to dominate her more than anything, so she decided to show a little of her neediness. Through begging, of course, because I had the power and she wouldn’t even think of demanding anything from me. “Can you, please, fuck me now, Mommy?” She swallowed when she didn’t get a reaction from me. “Please, fuck Princess. Please, Mommy.”

“You’ve been such a good slut to me, Princess…”

Her eyes lightened up.

“…too bad you haven’t been good to my sister,” I finished.

Her eyes darkened.

“Mommy—”

“Shut up,” I sat beside her and looked at her helpless self.

“You’re going to make me and only me cum, understood?”

“Of course, Mommy, but—” she tried to protest carefully.

“You’re going to show me that you’re worthy of being with a ______. Understood, slut?”

She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted, thus my denial of her orgasm was frustrating. But she nodded nonetheless because pleasing me felt so good. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” I grabbed her by her collar and tightened it a little.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“I just wanted to hear you say it, because you’re not going to be speaking for a while,” I said and left her dumbfounded. Slowly I made my way to her chest and sat on it. I wasn’t wearing underwear since I always sleep naked and had only slipped the nightgown on to not be fully naked. Her boobs got some of my wetness on them, making her proud she was the one who had turned me on this much. She knew she was sexy in my eyes for sure now, which added to her confidence and motivated her to please you even more.

Her biggest goal now was to show me that she wasn’t just a pretty sight, but that she was good at giving pleasure too. When I hovered over her face, she tried to reach for my pussy. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but her neck was somewhat free with only a collar restricting her movements slightly, and she was eager to please, tongue out and eyes admiring me above her. I held her down by her collar and let the skirt of the gown surround her. She couldn’t see anything anymore, but when I dipped my pussy to her face, she didn’t mind it the slightest. As if on cue, she began licking me. She didn’t even start off slow, she went for the long and deep licks between my folds immediately. It was shocking to me how skillful she was with her tongue and I let out a moan. She smiled proudly against me and tried to go deeper.

“Good slut,” I praised and reached back to touch her abs. Centimeter by centimeter I went lower until my hand was on the skin above her clit. I barely touched her clit with my middle finger. She moaned loudly, being so aroused and needy that even the slightest touch made her want to cry. If she could, she’d be crossing her legs from how much her pussy hurt, but she was tied up so the pain remained greater. To get a little revenge she tried to physically lift her head closer to me although she already had the thick collar and my weight stopping her from doing so. She tried using her nose as an asset and played with my clit. Fuck. This lady sure was dedicated.

Stubborn, I put my hand on her pussy and leaned back a little so part of my weight was on it. Never in her whole life had she ever felt such pleasurable pain. Tears started filling her eyes and leaving them to migrate from the cheeks and onto the mattress. But this gave her an advantage to lift herself into me. She went so damn deep, nose touching my stomach, and started sucking mercilessly on my clit. “Fuck, Princess,” I cursed and leaned even more on her pussy, making her go even harder on mine. She was so pretty with her face between my legs and her cheeks and mouth messy from my wetness and her tears.

“Mommy,” she mumbled against me. She began grazing her teeth against me and that’s when I had enough. With my weight still on her, I began moving my hand and she screamed. Now I knew for sure that the maid had heard us. How Sakura could sound so loud with me sitting on her face was amazing. I’d never experienced it before, but I was sure I wanted it to happen again. But what stopped me from going at it more was that I knew she was close to climax, so I lifted my hand away from her pussy and shifted my weight to her face.

She cried. Her hands and ankles struggled against the leather, wanting to be able to touch me, but they restricted her. The kink for bondage was not on her side right now which made her cry, but the masochist in her felt so fulfilled. Although the want for orgasming was large, the want for my orgasm was way larger. She had a hard time breathing, nose in me every other second and my dress suppressing the air, but she liked it. My stomach was knotting, and I knew I was close too.

“G-God, you’ve been so good for me, Princess. Here’s your reward,” I stuttered, pleasure taking over me. And so, I cummed on her, grunting. Instantaneously, she started licking and savoring my juice. She lapped up every drop that hadn’t gotten on her face. To finish off classy, she kissed my pussy, because she fucking loved it. She swore cum was the most delicious flavor she’d ever gotten the pleasure of tasting. My cum. My cum was a symbol for her pride and accomplishment. When I tried lifting myself up a little bit she followed, wanting nothing to go to waste — that’s how much she loved my cum.

“This is how you should treat my sister when you marry her. The word mistress will from now on never exist in your life, only in your mind,” I left her face, making her whine. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d think of me, so it wasn’t right of me to expect her not to. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d cheat on my sister with me clouding her mind, but that was better than her going to some fucking maid or some other random woman. Besides, eventually she’d get over me.

My mission was done. My sister — as others will think — had claimed Sakura for good.

And the most ego boosting part: I made a rude and spoiled princess submit to me.

Don’t tell me that isn’t classy.

And so I left her naked and bound to the bed for the maid to take care of.

NEXT DAY

The morning was royal. Plates of all kinds of fancy Japanese breakfast dishes were placed out, the sun was shining through the big windows and the sight of now-nervous-and-not-bratty Sakura with slightly ruffled hair — she couldn’t flatten that specific part because she’d been so passionate while eating me out — was my definition of a royal breakfast.

One of the maids avoided eye contact with Sakura. It was the one on the balcony from last night. The other maids, however, were staring at her, both because it was their job to serve her whenever she wanted them to and also because she was alluring. The fucked out hair style made some of the maids suspicious, of course, which was good because then they knew she belonged to someone already.

Then out of nowhere the perfect royal breakfast was interrupted by only a few words from Sakura. My eyes widened. I turned around and saw that everybody in the room was looking at me as Sakura was pointing my way.

“Your highnesses and excellencies, I’d like to marry her instead.”

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ La-la-la-la-la-la-la 네가 내게 밀려와 두 눈을 커다랗게 뜨고 꾸는 꿈 ❞

( La-la-la-la-la-la-la You're coming to me I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open )

—hyun seunghee; 2019

But this meant you two found a new kink together; punishments. You progressively introduced kinkier punishments from overstimulating her to edging her to blindfolding her. It was almost as if telling her about your Mommy kink (that she didn't reciprocate) opened up new doors for you to explore kinks especially Tzuyu would've been too shy to tell you about. Truthfully, finding new kinks together was such a fun activity and even if you two explored something that you didn't necessarily end up liking, the intimacy of the activity made up for it and you could just give each other head and orgasm anyway. However, Mommy still wasn't one of the kinks you two explored at all in bed and that would always be in the back of your mind. But as long as you two had fun it didn't matter if she called you Mommy or not.

Later.

"How does it feel?" you jumped with a smile, your girlfriend's hands in yours.

"I'm excited since you've told you so many stories about them and it's a bigger step in our relationship but I'm also a bit nervous," Tzuyu said a small, smiling in pain.

"Awww, Baby, I like you so they will like you too, don't worry. As long as you don't mention that you hate mint chocolate ice cream I think it'll be fine," you kissed her hands and pulled her into a hug.

The hug calmed down her nerves but she was still nervous. It was impossible not to since she was always a bit awkward when meeting new people and this time the new people were your extroverted friends so she felt pressure to come across as likable to them. Knock, knock! They'd arrived. You opened the door.

"Miyeon! The blonde hair fits you so well," you said when you saw her blonde hair.

She flipped her hair, "I know right~" 

She threw herself at you in a needy hug and whined out, "____, I've missed you sooo much." Miyeon can be a very touchy person with her close friends and that's one of her best traits but it can be a less good one in a situation where you're in a relationship and your partner isn't aware that the girl acts like that around all her best friends.

Therefore Tzuyu stands there awkwardly, breathing quickening, looking at an attractive girl latch onto her girlfriend like a leech. You could hear Miyeon making exaggerated smelling sounds, which was weird until she uttered "I missed your smell! You smell like something I can't describe. Hmm fruity."

You laughed at her weird behavior while Tzuyu just stood there, watching silently. Your arms squeeze extra hard for a moment just to be a little more dramatic when you said you had missed her too.

You let go of the hug and turned to the second friend.

"Omg hi Sana!" you eye-smile back to the woman who already held her arms out to hug you.

"_____! Missed you," she said with a muffled voice from her burying her face in your neck.

Your girlfriend turned her gaze to the ground, finding her feet more interesting than the scene in front of her. Fuck, she's pretty too. Tzuyu was rarely this intimidated when she met new people,  but the two women had known you for much longer than she had, and they felt so comfortable with showing affection towards you — and the fact they were so pretty did not help.

But there was one more person who was hiding behind the door that you didn't know of. Out she jumped from behind the door, "Hiii!" 

"LISA!" your smile grew, not having seen her in almost a month.

You pulled her into a hug, "I didn't expect to see you! I thought you were going on a trip to Laos!"

"As if I would miss meeting my favourite person! Actually I'm going tomorrow instead," Lisa smiled.

"You know I missed you like crazy, right?"

Tzuyu frowned.

"I missed you too," you said with a pout of guilt as you looked down at Lisa.

"ANYWAY, this my girlfriend!" you turned to her with a smile, not having detected any jealousy yet. "Tzuyu, this is Sana, Miyeon and Lisa."

"H-Hi..." Tzuyu said with insecurity as visible as a watermelon in a pumpkin patch.

"Hello," the oldest girl said loudly as she reached out to shake her hand. The tense girl next to you took the other's hand and shook it, probably wetting it with sweat.

"_____ has told us a lot about you," Miyeon said with a friendly smile which had the opposite effect than intended.

"Why did you steal ____ from us?" the remaining girl asked as she crossed her arms, with an aegyo angry pout.

"I—" your girlfriend tried to form a sentence and looked at you for help when she failed.

"I was just joking," Lisa smiled and winked at Tzuyu playfully.

That worked, Tzuyu smiled back.

2h later.

"Now I understand why she got with you! Like, you're cool, Bro," Lisa laughed and high-fived Tzuyu while she blushing slightly with pride because of the compliment, but also at the mention of her lover.

During the past few hours, Tzuyu and your best friends had bonded. Sana, Miyeon and Lisa were great talkers and they had made Tzuyu feel comfortable in their company enough to have courage to hang out with the three of them without you when you made food for everyone (which meant a lot because she expected to be next to you the whole day to not be awkward and embarrass herself by stuttering and shit).

"How does the TV work?" Miyeon asked Tzuyu since this was technically her apartment.

"I don't know," Tzuyu felt a little flustered for not knowing how to use her own TV. But in her defense you two usually watched Netflix on her phone laying in bed together and not on a TV sitting on the sofa together.

"Forget what I said about you being cool before," Lisa joked.

"_____!" Sana called out.

Nothing.

"PLEASEEE, Mommy, WE NEED YOUR HELP," she yelled with a nice tone.

That action sent Tzuyu in a state of shock for a few seconds. Why did Sana call ____ Mommy? Soon "Mommy" showed up and asked tiredly "What do you want help with, Sana?"

Slowly a bad feeling crept inside of Tzuyu. What the fuck. Why is she acting so indifferent? Sana literally called her Mommy! Another girl shouldn't be calling her that. How the fuck does Sana even know of _____'s kink?

By the time Tzuyu stopped drowning in her thoughts, you had already helped with the TV and Miyeon was looking through Netflix. "Can you please get you a blanket, Mommy?" the devil on Earth, also known as Sana, asked Tzuyu's girlfriend with a cute voice on purpose and made grabby hands.

Bitch.

Tzuyu looked at you, not sure what she was expecting or hoping you to do. And then you were gone. Yes! She just left her hanging! Fuck yes— Suddenly Tuzyu's thoughts were interrupted again when she saw you...with a fluffy, red blanket in your hand.

"Thanks, Mommy," Sana exaggerated the title once again, making your girlfriend's face turn red.

"Don't interrupt me again, folks, or else food will be burnt and you'll have air for dinner," you warned before you went back to cooking the food that might or might not be ruined already.

Tzuyu tried to act like nothing happened when Miyeon turned on RuPaul's Drag Race on the TV. But it was very hard. Tzuyu's thoughts kept racing so she decided to confront that shitbag.

"Why did you call her Mommy?" Tzuyu asked bluntly, not caring about sounding rude.

"_____? Oh, well, I always do that when I want her to do me—"

Tzuyu clenched her fists. This fucker—

"—a favour and it always works!"

"Yeah, ____ probably loves being called that," Miyeon commented looking at Tzuyu.

"But you probably know that already," Lisa's eyebrows danced up and down.

"Can you get us sodas, please? Mommy~" Miyeon called out.

For the rest of the night it seemed like Tzuyu's social battery had run out.

Days later.

Tzuyu had been acting a bit cold towards you for the past couple of days and you didn't know why but you suspected it had to do with meeting your friends since that's around the time she distanced herself. You had texted her to meet up (because you wanted to talk to her about this) and, thankfully, she quickly replied to one of your texts (you had expected her to ignore it for a few hours at least).

Come to my place.

You didn't know what to expect but you put on a nice outfit, which consisted of a skirt with a zipper that went all the way down to the end paired with an oversized T-shirt. Before you knew it you were standing outside her door. Knock, knock!I If you two weren't having problems right now you'd just use your key (that she'd given you weeks ago) to just open the door without knocking but due to not communicating that well lately you were not sure if you were allowed to do that anymore and you didn't want to overstep her boundaries.

The walls were thin, so much that you could hear whenever a neighbor flushed the toilet, so you expected to hear her footsteps to let you know she was going to open the door but... nothing. Is she gonna ignore my existence this way too...?

When you realized that she might not have heard you you took a leap and went for the door handle and walked in.

"Tzuyu?" You said out loud, waiting for her to show up.

With no response you started getting worried.

"Tzuyu? Baby?" you called out her nicknames, hoping it'd show her you were coming with peace and love to solve your problems, not to argue.

"Here," you heard her beautiful voice coming from the direction of the living room.

After you hung up your jacket and took off your shoes, you slowly followed her voice. Walking into the living room you didn't expect to see the sight you were met by. There she was. Your girlfriend, Tzuyu, laying on her stomach on the sofa, facing the TV...

Naked.

Plump butt, godly thighs, muscular back, honey smooth and colored skin...all on display for you.

Confused about why she was naked when we were supposed to talk, you asked her with a light tone, "What happened? Why are you...naked?"

She turned her face to you and put her cheeks on the armrest of the sofa with a pout, "I hurt myself!"

Your protective nature kicked in, immediately getting worried, and asked her where she hurt herself. She sat up and spread her legs, exposing yet another surprise. That surprise being her throbbing, red pussy with wetness dripping down her thighs. She whines, "I walked into a table."

The view of your girlfriend laying naked, so wet and with a cute pout for the most innocent' reason was one of the sexiest things you'd seen in your whole life...and it was also making you unconsciously clench. You were not sure what to say since you were not expecting to see her in this state, so stayed quiet. If you were shocked before, you were speechless when you heard the next sentence coming from her delicate lips...

"Can you kiss it better? Please, Mommy, it really hurts so, so much," she asked, still with the innocent pout as if she was not a kinky masochist. For some people that might sound like just a very dirty sentence, but for you it sounded like the gates to the heaven of sins had opened. This flipped the switch from worried-about-your-relationship mode to let-me-take-care-of-my-lover mode. You didn't need to give her an answer, you simply walked over to the sofa and looked down at her.

"My safeword is moonlight. What's your safeword?"

"Sunrise," she answered.

From seat on the sofa, she felt small and submissive compared to your tall self standing in front of her looking down at her with a powerful aura. Crouching down to the same level as her pussy, you looked at her and saw her staring at you while breathing loudly. Smirking, you brought your face closer to her and stopped a few centimeters away.

"Where exactly did you hurt yourself, Baby?" you asked her teasingly, making her groan.

"Everywhere, Mommy. Everywhere. Kiss me everywhere, please," she begged, although she was sexually frustrated she tried to sound composed.

"Please, Ma—" you interrupted her from her begging by putting your middle finger on her slit lightly.

Looking up at her, you could see her eyes glistening with curiosity, mouth slightly agape from where her sentence stopped. Her pussy was pulsing from resisting to masturbate for the last three or so hours. You placed a tiny kiss on her clit and heard a small, flustered whine escape her mouth. She must've denied herself for a long time before you'd arrived if she was this sensitive.

"Waited for me instead of touching yourself? What a good girl you are, Baby," you said proudly before you started placing light kisses all over her pussy, making it, if possible, even redder than before.

"I'm Mommy's good girl," she barely let out, having a hard time speaking. She wanted to be claimed by you. She wanted you to know that she was dedicating herself to you, even going as far as not touching her aching pussy for hours, getting uncomfortably wet, letting it run down her thighs. She wanted you to know that she wanted to be a good girl for you.

The kisses were light and so small yet they made her high on ecstasy. With satisfaction visible in your eyes you started licking gently on her outer lips, making her groan louder and instinctively close her eyes. After a few seconds she opened them again and asked for another request "Mommy, can you sit on your face? Please?"

She wanted to please you too. Your baby wasn't completely selfish. "I don't want you to sit on the carpet."

"Why not?" You asked her to get on her nerves a little bit more than you already had.

"Your knees will get red, the carpet's so uncomfortable. And you told me my cheeks are soft so you should sit here, Mommy," she pointed at her face, showing you where you should sit.

"My pretty girl," you said and kissed her button nose, making her flash her beautiful smile.

You wanted to sit there, until I remembered the fact that she'd ignored you for these past two days. So you decided that teasing her was what she deserved. You stood up. She immediately laid down on the sofa, excited. You smiled at her enthusiasm. And then you sat down...

...on her chest, not her face. Close yet far. Hearing her complaining behind your back, motivated you to start licking her, maybe that would shut her up. But no. It didn't. Instead she let out more moans, letting you know that you were pleasing her but it was also her way of trying to make you wetter since she knew your weakness was her pleasure. You twirl your tongue around her clit lightly and got a high-pitched moan in return. You loved it. Her clit was her most sensitive part and she didn't know if she should be happy that you were making her feel good or if she should be complaining that she will come too early if you keep your attention on her clit for too long. With a smile you gave a small suck to her clit and the moans leaving her mouth went straight to your core. You started adding a little more pressure to her clit, not too much though, she brought her hands to your thighs and rubbed them gently up and down. That was OK until her fingers found their way to the edge of your skirt, slowly and sneakily trying to pull it up your legs.

"What are you doing?" you asked fast, sending vibrations that made her twitch. You quickly went back to worshiping her pussy, not wanting to leave her unattended for more than a few seconds. Grunts of pleasure are heard from the woman under you, yet she miraculously finds a way to talk.

"Mommy, you smell so good. Can I taste? Please," she said in between low moans.

How can she care so much about your pleasure in a moment when she's so pleased?

"A good girl who asks so nicely deserves to be rewarded."

Her face lit up at the thought of getting to eat you out; it's been her wish to do this for a while now. These past few weeks you've mostly focused on making her cum over and over again and although she made you cum too it had mostly been from her fingering you or you riding her thigh, not much cunnilingus. With smooth hands she touched you from the ankles beside her head up to the thighs that are hidden under the material of your skirt. She loves feeling you up. Especially, getting to feel your thighs under your skirt. It felt like she was doing something naughty; being in contact with skin hidden under fabrics, something nobody else could touch... She felt like a bad girl.

Confidence and curiosity made her tug the damned skirt and jerk it upwards until she could see the ivy blue panties you had on with a big dark patch covering the entrance to paradise, revealing how turned on you had gotten already. Her Mommy was wet for her. You moved your pussy further back until you could feel her hot breath on it through your panties. As soon as her mouth was close enough, she happily put the fabric to the side, so she could get to your wetness, and started kissing it. She kissed it smoothly and slowly, showing how much she appreciated you, since she rarely got to show you in this particular way.

Unlike her, you started going rougher. Sucking her clit harder, but not too harsh, and humming against her, sending wonderful vibrations. She kept whining and turning you on more so you started moving your tongue from her clit and licking between her lips too. Everything for your girl. She began to chant your name sinfully and dove her silky tongue inside you too, trying to return the favour as best as she could when she was moaning. Her moans were so addicting. She had this specific type of moan that sounded like a mixture between a sad whine and a woman getting fucked by another woman for the first time. She moaned so angelically it was as if she were singing.

She licked deeper between your folds, though her moans were getting louder and making it harder for her to focus, she really wanted you to cum first. For hours she'd been trying to restrain herself from touching herself at the thought of what you two were going to do tonight. She couldn't keep herself from thinking about it; it wasn't her fault that her girlfriend was the sexiest woman she'd ever met and that the thought alone of pleasing her was enough to make her pussy clench and get wet.

But what you were doing together right now was nowhere near her fantasy. This was way better than she ever could've predicted and she's really creative and has a huge imagination, which said a lot. To actually experience this was so much harder than fantasizing about it. She'd been restricting herself from cumming since before your tongue even met her sensitive skin.

Suddenly your skirt that was curled up on your thighs sank down and barricaded Tzuyu's head, not letting the cold oxygen from the room get in, which made her even hotter. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and her hands were cupping your ass, grabbing and playing with the thick flesh.

You could sense that she was on the verge of cumming, making you smile. You wanted her to cum, she deserved it and you had missed making her cum these past two days. "Baby, cum for me," you said against her skin, blowing on it to make it cooler and make her shiver.

"Wanna wait for you, Mommy," she moved her lips against you softly.

"But, Babygirl, you've been waiting for me for so long. You've been treating you like the queen I am. You deserve to cum," you encouraged her.

"Do it, Babygirl. Your cum is my pleasure," you whispered against her and sucked on her clit lightly.

All this praise was too much for her, she couldn't hold it in anymore so she finally let go, her legs shaking, you held them down. You kept on licking all over her pussy, not to overstimulate her or make her cum again, but just to savour the taste of her cum. Looking back you saw that your skirt has surrounded her and you couldn't see her face when she licked you so you lifted yourself off of her up and sat up on your knees.

With her tongue out in the air she looked disappointed and confused, "But you haven't cum yet."

You smirked at her cuteness and brought your hand to hold her cheek softly, "Be patient, Babygirl."

She was a little impatient now.

"You're gonna get it soon," you chuckled lightly at her eagerness for you to cum.

When your hand left her cheek and your steps took you a few meters away from her, she got confused again but kept quiet, waiting for what you'd do. You turned to her and watched her longing face as she laid there beautifully, looking like an angel yet like a sinner. Without breaking eye contact you dropped your panties and her mouth opened more than before. You were putting a spell on her. You were like an enchantress with power over her mind, body and soul. She was like a puppet with the strings you had the control of. She was aware of it. And she absolutely loved it.

Walking over to her with your mighty aura made her gulp, she had no idea of what you had in store for her. But she really wanted to see you drop some more garments. Then you sat on her chest again but this time with your front facing Tzuyu, making the girl gulp again with anticipation as she looked down at your wet pussy. "I just wanted to see your pretty face when I ride it," you said innocently, looking at her blush. Fuck, she was always so pretty when she blushed.

She watched as you made a knot on your shirt (you didn't want the shirt to cover her face like the skirt had done before). "Show me, please," she begged with her needy voice, having expected you to take off your shirt or at least uncover your boobs for her.

"Let's see if your tongue is worth it, Babygirl." There was no chance she was not witnessing a strip tease and your golden body. As if on cue, she went back to kissing your folds, keeping your eyes locked, wanting to see your reaction to every single trick she was going to pull out. She explored your body with her hands on your legs and stomach since she hadn't had the opportunity last time you fucked when her hands were tied above her head. You loved how she was so affectionate and could make sex romantic by an action as simple as holding your hand and looking into your eyes. To many people, eye contact during oral sex was all about power but to you two it was also about intimacy. You smiled down at her.

Soon she started licking on your folds, not yet moving between them or on your clit, she wanted to care for you and behold up your excitement — and it worked. Although she hadn't given you cunnilingus in so long, she was so damn skilled with her tongue and reading your body language.

You started touching her hair, putting it away from her face while still looking at her to motivate her. She licked between your folds and a stray groan escaped your mouth. She took it as a clue to keep it going, making more groans leave your mouth. You grinded on her face, which formed a confident smile on it, making Tzuyu's tongue go deeper in you. "Fuck, that feels so good, Baby."

When her tongue accidentally came in contact with your clit you moaned louder. Kisses were peppered on your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shivers down your spine that made you arch your back. She was the type of pussy eater to not just lick but also kiss. Smiling at your reaction, she started going back and forth between kissing and licking your pussy. One kiss, one lick. Two kisses, two licks.

"Good girl," you praised her, zipped down your skirt and tossed it away in a random corner of the room, making your girlfriend whine against you.

She put her hands on your knees, that were on each side of her shead, in an innocent matter...until she moved her hands up your thighs and stopped at your ass, kneading each stretch marked cheek in each hand. "Hey! No touchy-touchy—" you were interrupted by your lover's magic hands pushing you into her face deeper, making you moan louder than before.

With loud moans escaping your mouth uncontrollably you grabbed a fistful of her wet hair. She liked it; it was rough and showed that you fucking loved what she was doing. "So desperate to see me naked?" you ask her as teasingly as possible when you were grunting.

She responded by vibrating "mhm" against your clit, making you pull her hair harder. As you grabbed the edges of your shirt, you saw her big eyes full of lust. When you pulled the shirt up and threw it away with an evil smile she whined in annoyance. You were wearing a lace bralette. A wine red one because fuck matching underwear. She wanted to see more. With the desire to make you cum and show your all for her, she put her cute lips on your clit and suckled a bit harder than before. Her desperation down there made you scream out loud.

"You're doing so well for me, Babygirl. Make Mommy proud."

As she kept pleasuring you, you decided she should be rewarded. She had earned a reward by now. The sound of you unclipping your bralette made her doe eyes twinkle with penchant. She took one of her hands away from your butt and put two fingers inside you to push you even faster to the edge. The other hand she brought up to cup your right boob with. You were on the verge of cumming. She noticed and started pinching your nipple. Fuck. She knew you so well. You couldn't hold it anymore and released your juice. Looking down, you were by her face of accomplishment and pride. She continued licking, but not to bring you to another orgasm but just to taste you some more.

"Thank you for your cum, Mommy," she said, breathing loudly.

You moved away from her face and laid back against the cushions of the sofa.

"Don't leave me, Mommy," she whined lightly at the lack of contact. She moved towards you and rested her head between your boobs. As she laid on top of you and relaxed with her eyes closed, you played with her hair. Maybe I went a little too rough on her cute hair...

You put Netflix on the TV and looked through shows to find something to watch before you went back for round two. You two had seen almost everything on there already. But there was one show you never grew tired of: RuPaul's Drag Race. You'd seen all seasons but rewatching them was still entertaining.

Tzuyu put her chin up on your left tit to look at you, accidentally hurting you in the proces.

"Ouch, that hurts, stop," you told her.

She immediately moved her chin to the middle of your chest instead and apologized "Sorry, Mommy."

No praise made her pout. So she started licking your left nipple lightly while pinching the other. You took her chin between your fingers and lifted her away from your skin and up to face you. "You're so naughty, Baby." If she couldn't get praise she didn't mind getting attention in another way. She smiled.

"I'll go and get us some water," you kissed her before you got up.

"And a blanket for cuddles, please?"

"Everything you need, Baby."

"Also tell Sana, Miyeon and Lisa to stop calling you Mommy, please?"

"Baby, they do it as a joke. You know Sana and Miyeon are dating right? And Lisa has an on-and-off relationship with a girl named Jennie."

"Really? I just thought they were straight besties who kiss and act gay with their friends for no reason!"

You laughed and came back with two glasses of water and the red blanket that Sana had asked for days ago tucked under your arm. "But if it makes you feel uncomfortable then I'll just tell them to stop of course."

Tzuyu laid her head back on your chest the moment your body touched the sofa, "That would be lovely!"

You kissed the top of her head, hugging her body. "Next time you feel jealous or uncomfortable, please tell me rather than acting cold," you pouted at her.

"Sorry, I'll definitely not do that again," she pouted back and kissed your pout.

Your pouts turned into smiles as you snuggled up against each other for another twenty minutes before going back to fucking.

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❝ Make me feel right (uh)

Baby, I'll tell you all my secrets that I'm keeping

You can come inside (yeah)

And when you enter, you ain't leaving

Be my prisoner for the night, oh ❞

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Yuna, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Yuna had packed a cute pink basket (that she had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with tuna and kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Yuna wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical no-homo picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Yuna and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

언니 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[why not?☹️]

언니 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Somi some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Yuna was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Unlike you, Yuna's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. She had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Yuna's turn! She had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. She had specifically purchased grapes this time because she had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth.

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. Her friends kept telling her that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Yuna should either try to ignore her emotions or she should distance herself from you until she loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt herself by giving herself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl.

And Yuna knew it. For so long, she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend everyday with you. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you. She wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. She wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. She wanted to share shirts with you. She wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. She wanted to be the only one you called Baby.

Wondering why you called Yuna 'Baby' when you already were in a relationship with Somi? Well, Baby had been Yuna's nickname before you even met Somi (yes, you'd known Yuna longer than you'd known Somi, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Yuna it was the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Somi came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Yuna even had to change her contact name on your phone to include the word 'baby' so you wouldn't forget to call her that.

She loathed Somi.

Somi was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call her Baby on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend. Somi was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Yuna was jealous of everything Somi had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Yuna felt like she needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Somi. Ridiculous! She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Yuna had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, so she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Yuna. She always needed. Your attention and unlike normally, she wasn't getting it right now. Her smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on the picnic plans.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so hurtful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after her since you knew it wasn't very Yuna-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured her you were her best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of her, she let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks. She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Yuna had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Somi (she hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Somi. And that made her cry herself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Yuna had affected her was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness. Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply. Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[ur making me worried]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 언니😰]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Young Royals later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Baby Yunanana🍓]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt her. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Yuna was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet her. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Baby?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Yuna cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Yuna a bit hopeful on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Baby."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Yuna wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused her but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold more often—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Baby?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this? If she told you how she truly felt, would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Baby? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious girlfriend Somi?

For hours Yuna had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Yuna would never lie to make you come see her. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against her cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?"

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Yuna whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 언니—" she smiled, flattered.

"B-But nothing," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. She laughed. The little sadness she had left was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since she came by bike.

"Yes I do~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Yuna's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Yuna's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Yuna's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all her secrets. The snippet was Yuna's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story that you never knew.

i want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

ugh how much of a cliche gay can i be haha

i don't want her to call me 'baby' only

i want her to call me 'mine'

i want to call her that too

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what she wanted to tell you.

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❝ Jenny, darling, you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

(...)

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me ❞

One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?

"No."

"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."

"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."

"Oh."

"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."

"Damn."

"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."

She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?

"I like you too."

"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.

You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."

She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."

As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.

Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)

Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.

After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.

But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).

You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.

"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).

She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.

You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.

You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.

As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.

You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.

So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.

After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed?

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love ❞

One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?

"No."

"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."

"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."

"Oh."

"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."

"Damn."

"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."

She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?

"I like you too."

"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.

You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."

She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."

As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.

Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)

Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.

After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.

But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).

You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.

"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).

She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.

You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.

You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.

As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.

You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.

So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.

After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.

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❝ How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed?

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love ❞

After speeding down the street — well, with the highest speed she would muster on ice without risking death — she she saw the apartment complex and sighed out of relief, the cold air making her warm breath turn visible. She looks at her phone seeing that the Grab driver is almost there. She sees a motorcyclist with a green jacket and checks the plate number. Fuck yes it's the noodles! She goes up to the driver an grabs the bag and then scurries inside the complex and waits for the elevator. Please, elevator get here damn it! The clock was 20:15 and usually it only took 20 minutes for you to get back home after work ended at eight. The elevator came and she clicked the 13th button like three times as if it would help.

Pling! She arrived and ran to the door to your apartment, putting in the code. She messed up the first time. Fuck, Ningning, what are you doing! She succeeded on the second try, went inside, took off her shoes and immediately went for the kitchen. She put the noodles in bowls, folding and throwing away the paper containers at the bottom of the trash bin. Ningning, you're a genius! she giggled at her mastermind.

20:19. She's here any minute now! Ningning smiled as she took off her outerwear and put them in their correct places as fast as possible, to make it seem like she didn't walk through the door just a few minutes ago. After a sigh she plopped herself down on the sofa and brought her phone out to watch some TikTok's before you came home. She heard a faint pling and just knew it was you, which was confirmed when she heard someone clicking the buttons for the passcode. Just for fun she spontaneously decided to shut her phone and eyes to pretend sleep as if she had been waiting for you for a long time and not three minutes.

Creaks filled Ningning's ears, followed by the sound of someone taking off their shoes. Her roommate ___. You just arrived from work. "Ningningie," you called out, thinking she might be locked inside her room, but you get no response from the fake-sleeping woman.

You checked the hallway then went to the living room, met by the view of a cute girl with cute hair and cute fake freckles scattered across her red cheeks and red nose, sleeping on the couch. You smile grew slightly at seeing her in a peaceful state. Wait.... Red nose! Your first reaction was to worry and crouch down next to her on the mat in front of the sofa. Gently, you brought her smaller hand into yours, so she wouldn't wake up from her fake sleep (that you still aren't aware of). Oh fuck that's cold! Since you didn't know Ningning had just been outside you got worried at the temperature, it was not alarmingly cold, but cold enough for you to do something about it. As if programmed to do so, your feet took you elsewhere only to return to crouch by the couch again. Suddenly the 'sleeping' woman felt something embracing her body. It was a thick and smooth fabric, warming her up the second it came in contact with her. She brought a blanket for me? I must be a good actor then; Ningning smiled inwardly at her talent at lying as you pulled the blanket higher up to cover her pink chin.      

She felt warm hands on the sides of her waist and felt them softly go down the sides of her legs lower and lower.... Soon her feet are lifted into the air and puff her legs are gently dropped onto something fluffy. Is she tucking me in? Ningning tried so so fucking hard not to smile at this gesture.

"Aw, why are you so cold, Princess?" she heard your usually-sharp-now-soft voice close to her face.

Princess? Ningning was so grateful her cheeks were red from the cold weather because now you couldn't identify that she was in fact blushing. Actually, you wouldn't have called her Princess and made her blush in the first place if it weren't for her red cheeks. Thank you, winter. She could feel your eyes on her. Looking at her. Examining her. How can I make her warmer? you wondered. Tea. Chamomile tea. That's what she needs. I'll let her rest for a few more minutes until the tea is finished, you decided. When you went to the kitchen to make the tea you saw two bowls of noodles that smelled so delicious. You smiled, aw she made food for me.

Ningning was flustered about the caring side of her roommate who usually only showed affection by giving her a hug when meeting each other after a school break. She liked this side of you. Maybe she should start acting sick once a month. Once a week? Once a da— But why did you even call her Princess in the first place? And why did it make her blush? And why the heck was she overthinking it? You walked back to your roommate but this time with a yellow Sponge Bob cup filled with hot tea in your hand. You put it on the table before you left again. Ningning could smell the calming herb scent of the cup next to her as she heard you approaching again, this time with a honey jar in one hand and a teaspoon in the other. "I hope this tea will help you, Babygirl," you mumbled more to yourself since you had no idea the person next to you could hear you.

Ningning was smiling at this point but you didn't notice because you were on your phone. Babygirl? Oh my god! Maybe I do have a crush on her after all, Ningning thought as she couldn't think of another explanation to this reaction.

After a few minutes of the tea resting you took out the tea bag with the spoon and drenched it before throwing it in the bin. "Wake up, sleepy head," you lightly shook her to try to wake her up, though she was already awake. Ningning's eyes slowly opened as if she's been sleeping all along, maintaining the movie star status.

"I can't believe you took a nap so late, it will be impossible for you to sleep tonight and wake up for class tomorrow. You know it's Monday tomorrow, right?"

"Mmm fuck," Ningning mumbled sleepily, fake yawning, "Hello to you too by the way."

You smiled at her. "Drink this while it's hot," you said nodding towards the cup on the table.   

Ningning broke the tucked in burrito effect and sat up on the couch, stretching her arms. You put multiple spoons of honey into the tea. "This might not be vegan, but I don't wanna get sick and get behind at school and work because of you so you have to drink up every single drop," you made up an excuse for your caring side, making Ningning chuckle.      

"Why did you tuck me in?" She tried to have a neutral tone to not make you feel uncomfortable about being soft and caring but she couldn't help but smile a bit.    

"Well, you were cold so," you replied fast as an attempt not to sound too concerned about her because you had a little crush on her and didn't want to make her uncomfortable in case she was straight.

Ningning smiled and looked you in the eyes, "And...why did you call me that?"

Oh my god. "Call you what?" you answered the question with a question.          

"You called me Princess and Babygirl," she felt so confident for having the upper hand in this situation especially when she saw your blush.

You tried to think of a straight answer to explain why you did this as friends and totally no homo style when you realised something... "How did you know I said that?"     

Oopsie! Suddenly Ningning was the one blushing. All she could do was stutter out parts of sentences that do not make any sense at all, trying her best to come up with a justification. "Uhm— Because— hehe—"

"You pretended to sleep?" you leaned against the couch smirking amusingly at how you dodged an uncomfortable explaining and instead turned your cutie of a roommate into a blushing, stuttering mess.

What the fuck do I do now? Ningning panicked. Her smirk grew greater when she got the best idea ever. Should I really say it? What if I've misheard her tone? What if she thinks it's actually weird— Fuck it, either I do this or this can get very weird and awkward. Who knows this might be the best opportunity, Ningning! It's now or never. She smiled so fucking prettily and stared into your eyes, "I'm sorry, I was a bad girl... Mommy."    

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❝ Tell me, tell me, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me

내가 필요하다 말해, 말해줘요

(...)

Tell me, tell me, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me

꿈이 아니라고 말해, 말해줘요 ❞

( Tell me, tell me, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me

Tell me that you need me

(...)

Tell me, tell me, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me

Tell me it's not a dream )