#inyunjin

So now she’s sitting. She’s watching — obsessed — as Ryujin goes through the end of her night with all of her lucky fans (because no one is luckier nor bigger a fan of Ryujin than Yeji herself). When Ryujin realizes she’s missing an earring, Yeji laughs. When she fails to find it despite her best attempts at searching, she laughs louder. And whenever Ryujin goes quiet and stares at the camera to read whatever messages the fans are writing, Yeji simply stares back.

“Jesus Christ…”

The words fall loose out of Jisu’s hanging jaw. It’s a sudden reminder that Yeji isn’t alone in the room, that she’s been so locked in with Ryujin’s stream that she forgot Jisu was there next to her. She starts to feel bad, but then she remembers the last couple hours between them — how it was literally nothing but them making googly eyes and kissy faces at each other.

In fact, if it hadn’t been for Ryujin’s LIVE notification popping up, Yeji’s sure they would be on their way to doing a lot more right now. Instead, they’ve settled down next to each other — sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the same chair — while huddled around Jisu’s phone because Yeji’s was low on battery after their own stream. It was a smart move in hindsight because Yeji doesn’t think she’d survive the heartbreak if the phone died right now.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jisu sighs.

Yeji’s eyes dart back to the phone just in time for another life-changing event. They’re 25 minutes in now and Ryujin’s moving around again, but this time she’s locking her eyes with the camera and tumbling back against the bed in a way that makes Yeji’s heart ache with the remorse that she’s unable to follow her to that mattress.

“So…can we tip her on this, or—“

“Jisu!” It’s the first thing all night capable of ripping her concentration away from the video. As Yeji turns to Jisu with shock on her face, she throws on an air of authority that can only come with experience. “It’s not that kind of stream! We can’t send her money like that!”

“Uh-huh…” Jisu studies the outrage on Yeji’s face as it evolves into an unsteady indignation. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, not so much judging but perceiving her. “You’ve tried before, haven’t you?”

Yeji’s mouth scrunches up in an attempt to find the right words. It’s already too late to lie — not that Jisu would believe her anyway — but she still doesn’t want to reveal when she first tried to tip Ryujin and especially not how many times she’s tried since.

“I just…” Yeji clears her throat and puffs out her chest, thinking that maybe she can turn this embarrassing insight into a lesson. “I just think it’s very important that we try and support each other any way we can.”

Jisu’s eyes soften in empathy as she wraps an arm around Yeji’s shoulder. “I feel that.” She sighs and leans her head against Yeji’s before going back to the video. “It’s a shame we can’t throw her a few bucks though — she’s looking really hot right now.”

As Yeji returns her own attention to the stream, Jisu’s words ring loud in her head over the tinny phone audio. Ryujin does, in fact, look really hot right now, and as one really hot woman with another beside her, Yeji thinks that if they can’t send her money, maybe there’s something else they can do instead.

It wouldn’t be the first time they drop in on one another while streaming, though there is the faux pas of showing up after she and Jisu had already said goodnight on their own terms. Still, what Yeji’s more nervous about is what would happen if they do go over now. It’s not that she can’t control herself, but she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to control Jisu with all of them in the same room.

Fortunately, it seems the thought of calling it has also crossed Ryujin’s mind as she starts to get ready for bed. With the same unwavering stare that’s been on her face the whole stream, Yeji looks on as Ryujin ties up her hair and goes through her nightly skincare routine — smiling whenever she recognizes some of the items as products she’s recommended to Ryujin and vice-versa.

At some point, Jisu passes the phone off to Yeji who wordlessly takes it and continues to watch until the video ends and Ryujin’s peach eyes turn black in front of her. The jump-scare of seeing herself suddenly in an empty screen is something she’s used to — late nights playing video games will do that — but what surprises her is the bar that pops up at the bottom when the stream finishes.

34 minutes. She’s been sitting in a chair — glued to Jisu’s phone — for more than half an hour. She doesn’t know exactly where all that time went, but she does know that she gave it to Ryujin and that it’s not the only thing she’d like to give her.

“Hey, you coming or what?”

As if able to read her thoughts, Jisu chimes in from the door of the hotel room. Although Ryujin is literally across the hall from them, Jisu’s still zipping up a hoodie around herself — Yeji’s hoodie actually. The thing is huge on her and it makes her look so positively small and squeezable, especially when Jisu’s hands fall to her sides and there’s no trace of her fingers peeking out from the sleeves. If the two of them weren’t already on a mission, then Yeji would be pulling her towards the bed right now.

But they are on a mission and it’s that thought that slides Yeji’s feet into the slippers below her and what propels the both of them out into the hall. The trek is short — a few steps really — but that doesn’t stop them from hurrying.

“Wasn’t she getting ready for bed?” The realization hits Yeji out of the blue. She blames it on all the blood pumping through her veins from standing up and walking. “Maybe we should—”

“Ryujin!” Jisu pounds her fist against the wood of the door. It’s enough to shake the walls — the thunderous booms of her hits reverberating down the hall. “Open up!”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yeji grabs Jisu’s hand to stop her, the last knock still echoing around them. “There’s other people in the hotel, you know!”

“Then tell them they can get in line; we got here first.”

Jisu starts to wind up another knock with her other hand, but the door opens before she can build up enough momentum. Ryujin steps out — definitely confused, possibly annoyed, and looking undeniably as captivating as she did on the phone screen a minute ago.

“What are you guys—“

Yeji’s primary concern comes to pass as Jisu strikes before she can answer. She moves forward quickly — expanding to fill the open space between the doorway like an obnoxious gas. It’s the fastest Yeji’s ever seen her move as Jisu’s arms shoot out and spear Ryujin in the midsection to send her stumbling back.

“Jisu!” Ryujin yells as the two of them disappear into the room behind her.

“Ryujin!”

Yeji closes the door before going after them. Ryujin’s landed on her back, legs falling over the edge of the bed and her arms splayed out to either side. Jisu’s landed on top, her own arms encircling Ryujin’s abdomen while her head’s buried in her chest. There’s nothing more Yeji could want from the scene — her heart fluttering at the sight — but the cherry on top of it all has to be the utterly hapless look on Ryujin’s face.

Walking deeper into the room, Yeji stops when her legs knock against the edge of the bed frame. One of Ryujin’s floundering feet catches itself between her knees and it prompts her to look up. There’s a silent plea for aid showing in Ryujin’s eyes that eventually manifests out of her mouth.

“Yeddeong,” she chokes out. “Help.”

As the corners of Yeji’s mouth mischievously curl upwards, the expression on Ryujin’s face only grows more doomed by the second. Yeji doesn’t answer; she doesn’t need to. After all, there’s really one thing to do in this situation.

Chaos reigns. Yeji raises her arms and falls forward. Jisu and Ryujin scream before a mad scuffle ensues on the bed as limbs begin to entangle with one another. It’s a mess of tickles and groping and iffy attempts to make sure no one’s hair gets pulled. At no point does Yeji ever know who she’s looking at or touching, but it doesn’t stop her laughs from joining Jisu’s enthused giggles, Ryujin’s half-hearted whines, or the mattress’s strained groans beneath them.

Eventually, the mass of cackles and expletives turns into a singular, heaving pile of tired pants. Based on the landmarks she can see — Jisu’s hand and Ryujin’s waist — Yeji believes her head has settled somewhere atop Ryujin’s stomach. That theory is further supported by the fact that everything below her thighs is currently touching air instead of mattress and the subtle rise and fall of the body below her.

The sudden hush and calming rhythm of Ryujin’s breathing causes Yeji’s eyes to close as she sinks deeper into this newfound peace. Ryujin’s drawing tiny circles on her back. Jisu’s hand finds her head and instinctively begins to scratch. Her leg starts to bounce like a dog’s, but Yeji can’t help it. It might be a far cry from her and Jisu’s initial intentions, but the single thing on Yeji’s mind is how lucky she is right now to be huddled up with two of her favorite people in the world.

Then the body below her tenses. The circles on her back stop and the hand in her hair tightens up. Yeji’s not sure what’s going on at first, but then she hears it — a groan. Not breathing, but the low, husky shudder that she’s heard from Jisu more times than she can count. Lifting her head from Ryujin’s stomach, Yeji opens her eyes and sees a betrayal that cuts her to the core. Unless she’s mistaken, Jisu and Ryujin are currently locking lips and making out right above her.

At first, she forgets to be offended. How could she be when — less than a foot away — Ryujin and Jisu have their tongues in each other’s mouths and their hands on each other’s bodies? It’s yet another sight Yeji could spend all night losing herself in, but then she remembers that she’s not trapped behind a phone screen anymore; she is literally right on top of them.

“What the hell?” Yeji pushes herself up onto her hands. “Did you guys forget I was here or something?”

Nothing. No reaction. It’s not until Ryujin raises a finger up to Yeji that she even acknowledges her.

“Oh, you want me to wait?” Yeji asks wide-eyed.

The finger turns into a thumbs-up that eventually returns to grope at Jisu while Yeji crosses her arms with an indignant huff. The offense that had first missed her comes roaring back, but she waits regardless. Yeji knows the second she counters this sass with her own, Ryujin will have won.

“Sorry about that,” Jisu giggles as the two finally pull apart from each other. “I wanted to say something, but my mouth was busy.” She shamelessly knocks her head against Ryujin’s, her eyes going elsewhere to avoid Yeji’s critical stare.

“Uh-huh,” Yeji shakes her head before looking at Ryujin. “And what about you?”

“It’s nothing to sulk about,” Ryujin tells her. “I was gonna do you next anyway.”

“Really? You were gonna—” But then Ryujin shuts her up the only way she knows how; she does her next. Snatching Yeji by the scruff of her collar, Ryujin pulls her down until their lips crash against each other’s. The sound that comes out of Yeji — part surprise and part pleasure — gets swallowed up instantly by Ryujin’s hungry maw.

The taste of toothpaste is strong on Ryujin and Yeji wonders if this counts as brushing her teeth for the night. She feeds Ryujin another groan as her open mouth sends an invite to Ryujin’s skillful tongue. Her eyelids flutter apart at the sudden sensation, staying wide the moment she catches the image in her periphery. There — maybe an inch away from their faces — Jisu is watching them with the same intensity of a child pressing their face against aquarium glass.

A bratty whine emanates from Ryujin as Yeji cuts the kiss short. She’s pouting and slapping at the bed in a mock-tantrum when Yeji’s mouth doesn’t return instantly to hers. “Why’re you stopping?” she grumbles.

“Why was Jisu staring at us?” Yeji answers the question with one of her own. It’s like she’s the only one that recognizes how strange that was. Swiping at her mouth with her thumb, she backs up a bit to create some distance between all of them. “And why were you so close? That was so…weird.”

“What?” she asks, offended. “I can’t enjoy a hot-and-steamy make-out sesh from up-close?” Jisu rolls her eyes and counters with, “Besides, why’d you open your eyes while you were kissing? Maybe you’re the weird one, huh?”

“I’m not—“ Yeji huffs. So quickly has it turned from a “hot-and-steamy make-out sesh” into a cross-examination that Yeji can’t find the words to defend herself — not that she should have to. So, she turns to Ryujin for validation, fully aware of the 80/20 chance she’ll disagree with her simply on principle.

“Ryujin, tell—” But she stops when she’s treated to yet another peculiar sight as she finds Ryujin not licking her lips so much as tasting them.

“Are you guys…” Ryujin’s running her tongue curiously over her upper lip, ending it with a loud smack of her mouth. “Are you guys wearing the same lip gloss?”

Yeji blinks. She forgets what she was asking and instead remembers the part of her own stream where she had to reapply Jisu’s make-up — which wouldn’t have needed to happen if Yeji hadn’t kissed Jisu’s lip gloss off before that — but it all comes rushing back to her when she locks eyes with Jisu. A moment later, the laughter spills out from the both of them as they leave Ryujin to wonder what the joke is and maybe if there even is one.

“That’s a good question.” The last of Jisu’s giggles squeak out as she props herself up on her elbows. Her eyes flash with an impish shine as she cants her head and purses her lips. “Do you think maybe we should check?”

“Definitely, princess.” Yeji smiles before squaring up on her knees. She reaches out with both hands to gingerly cup Jisu’s face. Jisu’s own brand of brown eyes look back at her as Yeji rubs her cheeks. It’s a small primer of what’s to come — the innocent stroke of her thumb against Jisu’s mouth that inevitably leads to a kiss.

There’s something about Jisu that disarms Yeji in every sense of the word. Be it her gentle gaze, her soft smile, or her airy touch — whatever it is, Yeji finds herself melting every time. This kiss proves no different as Jisu’s mouth opens readily against Yeji’s prying tongue and takes her in whole. As Ryujin observed, the taste of lip gloss is strong on her — strawberry, funnily enough — but that might be because it’s now been smeared over everyone’s lips by this point.

But Yeji’s never been one to half-ass anything, so she doesn’t stop the kiss here. She sucks on Jisu’s tongue and earns herself a strawberry-flavored groan. She nibbles on her lower lip and gets a strawberry-flavored whimper in return. And when the need for air becomes too great and she pulls away, Yeji cleans the strawberry-flavored spit on the side of Jisu’s mouth with her finger.

“Well?” Yeji eyes the dopey look on Jisu’s face — the hooded eyes, the flushed cheeks, the dazzling smile. Both of them are delighting in the fact that this kiss didn’t end prematurely like the previous two. “What do you think?”

“Hm…I dunno…” Jisu pretends to ponder the question. She snakes her fingers around Yeji’s wrist, her thumb settling into the dimple where it bends. Bringing it to her mouth, Jisu places a kiss along the tendon that runs along her hand. “It looks the same…maybe we need to do another taste test — just to make sure.”

It’s not a bad idea. And when Jisu presses her lips to the tip of Yeji’s index finger, the shiver that races through her body reinforces that plan. But, before either of them can act on it, a loud cough from beside interrupts them.

“So, not that I don’t think this is hot — cause I do and it is — but I have to ask.” Ryujin clears her throat with another cough. “Did you guys come over here just to make out on my bed?”

“Yes.” Yeji answers at the same time Jisu says “No.”

A coy sneer covers Jisu’s face as she answers — the tip of her pink tongue peeking out devilishly from her teeth. “I’m just saying, as fun as that sounds…” The words trail off as she leans back to drape an arm possessively around Ryujin. “I came here to do a lot more than ‘just to make out.’”

Ryujin’s eyes light up with an opportunity to gang up on Yeji as she eagerly curls up to Jisu. “And what about you, Yeddeong?” she purrs. Though Ryujin was just as taken aback as Yeji was a second ago, she’s now sporting a grin that matches Jisu’s to a tee. “Did you just come here to make out or was there…more?”

The last word comes out as a breathy waver when Jisu decides to take advantage of Ryujin’s exposed neck. Lips and teeth take the gas out of Ryujin’s taunt before Jisu finishes her off with a nuzzle and pleasant hum.

“Don’t be gross.” The reprimand comes with a grunt as Yeji moves to better straddle Ryujin’s waist. She’s sitting straight up now, while the other two are looking up at her with some of the smuggest faces she’s ever seen before. “The both of us came here because we were watching your LIVE and we thought you looked—” Effervescent. Angelic. So fucking fuckable. “—pretty.”

Ryujin brings a hand to her mouth and gasps. “Is that true, Jisu?” She looks down at the conceited face buried between her neck and shoulder. “Did you think I looked pretty?”

“Nope.” Jisu shakes her head as best as she can in the cramped space. “I said you looked really hot.”

The bed shakes with Ryujin’s resulting laughter. “That does sound more like you.” Quirking a brow up at Yeji, she follows it with an arrogant flutter of her lashes. “So, what was it? Was I pretty? Or was I really hot?”

She sighs. Yeji can usually handle Ryujin’s sarcasm on her own, and over the years, she’s developed the kind of stamina to match Jisu’s indomitable spirit. But there’s something that happens when the two get together that Yeji still struggles with — a chemical reaction that’s as potent as it is predictable. It’s a dangerous combination of Ryujin emboldening Jisu as much as Jisu enabling her. Combined with their mutual passion for teasing her, and that often leads to situations like this with Ryujin having the audacity to ask if Yeji thinks she’s attractive when she’s literally covered in not just two beautiful women but Yeji’s own personal lip gloss.

“Okay then…” Yeji takes a deep breath, her hands balling up the bottom of Ryujin’s shirt. She’s still smirking when Yeji glances at Jisu, who catches the look on her face and starts to glow in excitement. If Ryujin wants to hear what Yeji thinks of her, then that’s what she’ll get.

“You were pretty.” She cocks a brow, silencing the interjection forming in Ryujin’s eyes. “And you were hot — really hot.” Grinning, Yeji starts to lean forward, basking in the sharp breath Ryujin takes as the distance between them disappears. “And if it weren’t for the fact you were streaming, then we would’ve been here half-an-hour ago to take you apart.”

Ryujin reacts with silence and a stone face, but Yeji can see past her facade. The hurried heart beating loud beneath Ryujin’s chest belies any attempt at stoicism that Ryujin can put up — and that’s only because Yeji just so happens to be close enough to hear it.

“But that’s why we’re here now. To kiss you. To touch you. To show you how hot we think you are.” Ryujin’s breath hitches as Yeji teases the touch of her lips with the last of her words. “Is that what you wanted, Jinnie?” Yeji huffs out a laugh as she eyes her up and down. “To hear that you looked so good we just had to come over and fuck you?”

Ryujin swallows. Loud. When she opens her mouth to respond, a dry creak comes out and nothing else. The very same peach eyes that Yeji was staring at through the screen earlier are now wholly engrossed in her own — the only thing separating them a glassy coat of desire.

“Holy shit…” Jisu cuts through the silence with a gulp of her own. “I’m so fucking wet right now.”

Yeji laughs. It’s dark and it’s throaty and it leads into an obvious look at Ryujin’s tempting lips before she flits her eyes back up. “What about you, Ryuddaeng?”

An answer bobs up and down in Ryujin’s throat before finally exiting her mouth. “Yeah. Same…” Her voice is just as low, but infinitely more wobbly as her head bounces with a restrained nod. “You gonna do something about it?”

Yeji scoffs. She’s sure that sounded a lot more confident in Ryujin’s head, but what came out was anything but. “God,” she chuckles. “You are such a brat.”

There’s no chance for Ryujin to reply as Yeji takes her turn to shut her up. She moves in to kiss her, grinning all the way down until they meet. As much as she enjoys the snark — especially when Ryujin commits to it for as long as she has here — Yeji wants to hear something else out of her mouth right now.

Unfurling her hands from Ryujin’s shirt, she slides them beneath it the moment they’re free. She finds the bottom of her ribcage and starts to drag her nails agonizingly slow down her stomach, not stopping until she reaches the top of Ryujin’s waistband. The tremor that wracks through Ryujin’s body is promising — enough to cause one in Yeji — but all it gets her is a sharp inhale and a shaky jaw. It’s not until she takes Ryujin’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites down that Yeji gets what she wants.

An unfettered groan oozes out of Ryujin’s mouth. Her body tenses for one sharp second before falling pliant beneath Yeji’s hands and lips. She had managed to trip up Ryujin earlier with her words, but now Yeji’s trying to strip her of all the smarm she’s usually spouting to replace it with whimpers and the rare mew if she works hard enough.

And the thing is — she always does.

Yeji keeps her eyes closed — she’s learned her lesson — and pulls at Ryujin’s lip one more time before letting it snap back into place. One last keen sends Yeji lower to hide the self-satisfied smirk on the side of Ryujin’s neck where Jisu hasn’t laid claim to yet. Nosing her way down, she catches the top of Ryujin’s shirt on her chin before nudging it aside. Yeji starts to lay kisses along the newly exposed collarbone, her chest rumbling as Ryujin’s hands return to her back with an onslaught of desperate grabs and hungry scratches.

“Yeji…please…” Ryujin’s always so impatient, but Yeji blames herself for that — she doesn’t think she’s ever said no.

A soft gasp escapes from both of them when she pulls up Ryujin’s shirt to expose her upper body to the open air. It’s bedtime and that means Ryujin’s bra is currently laying somewhere on the floor. But instead of recounting whether or not she saw it when she walked in, Yeji rightly focuses on the naked torso in front of her. The sight is almost bittersweet — as much as she appreciates the view and ease-of-access, there’s something about the sport of removing the bra that she misses.

Maybe next time.

This time, Yeji’s eyes are taking in every square inch of Ryujin’s naked torso — how her pale chest rises and falls with every waiting breath, the dusky brown nipples already standing at attention, and the lines of red branding her stomach with where Yeji’s nails had touched.

Returning to the top of Ryujin’s clavicle, she descends down her body with a trail of kisses before reaching the swell of her breast. She envelopes the nipple there, covering it with her hot and wet mouth. Ryujin gasps when Yeji flicks her tongue over the sensitive nub. And when Yeji grazes it with her teeth, it’s her name she gets to hear from Ryujin’s lips. She runs her teeth over her nipple a second time — anxious for Ryujin to say it again — but she gets surprised by Jisu’s name instead.

When Yeji glances up, she sees Ryujin’s mouth — open and moaning — and Jisu’s mouth — teeth teasing the edge of Ryujin’s ear. To the right of her, Jisu’s delicate fingers are kneading and massaging Ryujin’s other breast. Yeji hears Jisu’s name again when she decides to roll Ryujin’s nipple between her thumb and index. It’s no surprise that Jisu was able to steal away Ryujin’s attention as suddenly as she did, but all that means is that Yeji gets to try and take it back.

Yeji returns her mouth to Ryujin’s nipple, her hands finding their way back to her stomach. She brings with her bites and scratches — kisses and caresses — in the hopes they’ll be enough. Her name, then Jisu’s name, then Jisu’s name again before going back to hers — she swears she even hears a “Yejisu” in there when the two strike at the same time.

It’s a fun game, but Yeji wants more than this. Making the difficult decision to move on, she leaves Ryujin’s chest with one last scrape of her teeth and takes away one final gasp for it. She continues down, her mouth following her hands as they both get lost in the divots outlining Ryujin’s newly minted muscles. Yeji’s still getting used to them, but she ultimately reaches the end goal that is her waistband. Planting a kiss below Ryujin’s navel, Yeji slips her long fingers into the top of Ryujin’s bottoms before sliding them off with practiced ease. She doesn’t stop until both them and her are on the floor — her knees tucked against the frame of the bed and her eyes locked onto the sopping wet mess in front of her.

She can only imagine it’s not too different from how she looks right now. A hungry shudder rocks through Yeji’s body as she eyes Ryujin’s glistening folds and sees what she and Jisu have done to her already. Yeji’s jaw falls slack — a reflex — and her hands start to pull away from Ryujin’s pajamas to make their way up her legs.

“Damn.” As if able to sense the fact that Ryujin’s pants had been taken off, Jisu pulls away from her to sit up and gawk — her eyes gleaming with pride. “We did that?”

“Jisu,” Ryujin groans. Throwing her head back, she clenches her eyes shut before running her hands through her hair. “Could you not…”

Yeji looks up from one of her favorite views — between Ryujin’s legs. Running her tongue across her upper lip, she smiles as Ryujin shirks away from their gazes. To have her not just whimpering beneath her, but now embarrassed? It’s an accomplishment Yeji is proud of, being not just responsible for the initial flush on Ryujin’s cheeks, but now the deeper red one too as she’s ogled by the two women around her.

“What? It’s a compliment.” Jisu shrugs. “Besides, I think Yeji has the right idea. It’s time we get serious about this.”

Jisu slides out of Yeji’s hoodie — already hanging loose off of her due to Ryujin’s impatient fingers — before moving her feet onto the floor. She strips off the shirt she’s wearing to reveal a simple sky blue bra that makes Yeji’s eyes linger on Jisu’s chest before turning her back to them completely.

Looking over her shoulder, she flashes them a wink before reaching back for the clasp. Yeji’s watching the muscles in her shoulders flex as Jisu slips the garment over her arms before it joins the shirt on the floor. When her hands land atop her hips, Yeji’s breath hitches — anxious to see if she’s going to turn around or not. Instead, Jisu undoes her pants and slides them down with a fun shimmy that Yeji thinks is just as good.

Hands on her ankles, Jisu lets them slowly trail up her slender legs as she watches Yeji and Ryujin watch her. She hooks her thumbs into the side of the matching pair of panties and pulls them down before promptly stepping out of them. With all of her clothes in a puddle at her feet, Jisu turns back around to face them.

Yeji’s mouth goes dry as she gets a full-frontal view of her — Jisu doing her part as she tries to not-so-subtly show herself off to them. With the way Jisu runs her hands up her sides, Yeji’s eyes are darting everywhere — from the contours of her hips to the twinkle in her eyes — all of it culminating in the visible excitement between her legs.

“Yeji!” Jisu claps her hands and snaps Yeji out of the trance that had overtaken her. “Get Ryujin where you want her, because — trust me — she’s not gonna be able to move for a while.”

The words are tough to process at first — one, because she’s still dealing with the fact that Jisu is naked, and two, because she doesn’t understand what she means by “get her where you want her.” It’s not until Jisu’s crawling back onto the bed and setting up beside Ryujin’s head that it hits her.

“Oh!” Yeji nods. “Okay.” With her hands behind Ryujin’s knees, she swiftly pulls her down until basically all of her lower half is hanging off the bed.

“Y-Yeji!” Ryujin yelps due to the sudden jerk, her head coming up to glare at her the second they settle.

“Comfy?” Yeji asks, acting as innocent as she could be. She doesn’t get to mess with Ryujin often, but when the opportunity does arise, she thinks it’s funny how it always comes down to her strength or height.

Ryujin’s staring back at her, both of them unblinking, but eventually the scowl starts to melt off Ryujin’s face to reveal a smile. “Yeah,” she sighs. “I’m comfy.”

“Good.” With a smile back, Yeji runs her hands up Ryujin’s thighs — revelling in the way the muscles relax and soften beneath her touch. Lowering her head, she places her lips on the inside of Ryujin’s knee. It’s patient, it’s soft, and—

“C’mon, what’s this?!” Jisu chimes in with a few finger-snaps for emphasis. “What did I say about getting serious!”

Outside, Yeji is laughing, but inside, she’s feeling just as impatient. Deciding not to waste any more time, she offers up one last kiss on Ryujin’s leg before turning her face forward. Jisu’s watching — Ryujin is as well, but her eyes are going to be closed soon anyway — so Yeji figures it’d be nice to give her something to look at.

Opening her mouth, she sticks out her tongue before flattening it against Ryujin. Yeji savors the gasp that comes out of her, along with every drop of her slick as she scrapes her tongue up her folds. The hiss that comes from Ryujin sounds like Yeji letting all the steam out of her. Her whole body tenses — her hands reaching for the sheets while her legs lock up behind Yeji. The only thing that lets her relax is the fact that Yeji pauses after the first lick to give her a breather.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jisu smirks before turning to Ryujin. “What about you?” She raises an eyebrow as she spreads her legs in front of them. Jisu’s just as hot, just as wet — her hands splayed out on her thighs as if framing herself like a painting about to be hung. “Are you ready?”

Ryujin nods, maybe a bit too excitedly, as her eyes flicker between Jisu’s face and her legs. “Always.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Grinning, Jisu stands up on her knees before swinging a leg over Ryujin’s face. “Remember,” she says while hovering above her, “Two pats if you need air.”

Yeji’s mouth is hanging agape as she watches Jisu lower herself onto Ryujin’s face. A tinge of jealousy spikes inside her even though she’s not in a much different position. But then Ryujin has the gall to look down at her and wink. Yeji’s eyes widen as she also sticks a tongue out at her, but before Yeji can properly respond, Ryujin’s face disappears completely beneath Jisu.

Surprisingly, she has nothing to say as she adjusts. Now seated comfortably on her throne, instead Jisu lets out a long, guttural moan as she pushes her chest out and spreads her hands out on the sheets behind her. A moment later, she starts to move her hips and that singular moan turns into a regular train of them.

Yeji catches herself rubbernecking, enthralled by the sight of Jisu expertly riding Ryujin’s face. With the taste of Ryujin still fresh on her tongue, she dips into her for another — not willing to be shown up. Ryujin shudders as Yeji coats herself in more of her juices, each time trying to reach deeper with every curl of her tongue.

The flavor of a fresh shower and body wash start to dissipate as Yeji works her way through it as she starts to feel more and more of Ryujin on her taste buds. It’s hard to hear Ryujin with her mouth thoroughly muffled, but Yeji can tell how she’s doing by the sounds that Jisu is making. Not to discredit Ryujin, but sometimes a particular moan will fall out of her suspiciously soon after Yeji does something to her. She wonders if Ryujin’s copying her — relaying one twist of a tongue to another. And if she is, that means Yeji’s not doing enough on her end if Ryujin can still think clearly.

Yeji decides to change that.

Moving her hands from Ryujin’s thighs, Yeji reaches beneath her to cup her ass. With her waist raised above the mattress, Yeji finds it easier to bury her face between her legs. She presses herself fully into Ryujin’s cunt — diving between her folds with her tongue, inundating her taste buds with her juices, and savoring the heat and musk that envelops her.

“Holy fuck,” Jisu gasps as Ryujin and the bed lurch beneath her. “Whatever you just did, keep doing it,” she moans. Ryujin’s hands are tight on her hips as Jisu reaches up to grab her own breast — her other hand anchoring itself to the cotton sheets below.

Yeji doesn’t listen to her exactly, but she thinks Jisu will appreciate it regardless. She mouths her way up Ryujin’s mound until she finds the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it all. She circles the small bud with her tongue, her own clit throbbing at the way Ryujin’s body quakes in reply. But what really seals the deal is the sudden thrust of Ryujin’s hips when Yeji latches her lips around it entirely.

“Yeji, I—” Jisu starts, stops, stifles a moan, and then another. “I think she’s — shit — she’s getting close for sure.”

So is Jisu from the sounds of it, but that’s all the more reason to keep doing what she’s doing. Clenching Ryujin’s ass tighter, Yeji locks her elbows around her legs as well. Ryujin has a tendency to kick during her first of the night and Yeji’s been on the wrong end of that one too many times for comfort.

Jisu comes with a loud cry that’s halfway between a swear and Ryujin’s name. She fists the sheets beneath her while her hips pitch back-and-forth atop Ryujin. Still, she stays seated — never once lifting off of Ryujin’s face as the arch in her back deepens before snapping back like a rubber band.

“Fuck…” The word comes out stretched and slow. Yeji pictures it like the smoke coming out of the top of a train. “Man, that was—”

Jisu’s breath hiccups from what’s happening below. She doesn’t have a moment to relax as Ryujin’s body seizes up beneath her with her own climax. Her feet are kicking — or they’re trying to at least — but Yeji’s got her secured. The bed takes the brunt of it while the rest spills out into Jisu, amplifying the aftershocks of her orgasm so much that she has to crawl off of her.

But although Jisu’s safe, that doesn’t mean Ryujin is. Yeji doesn’t stop what she’s doing, still working at her from between her legs. She’s anxious — needy — wanting nothing more than to hear the sounds that have been kept from her this whole time.

“Yeji, I—fuck…”

The mews and snivels that Yeji’s been after are finally spilling into her ears. Her hands stay firm against Ryujin’s ass — tighter now as Ryujin squirms and struggles beneath her. She might be sensitive, but she’s even more greedy as she takes from Yeji as much as she can before it all eventually becomes too much for her to handle.

“Stop…stopstopstopstopstop.”

Yeji stops the moment she hears the word — the feeble swat at her head an insurance policy she’s never needed to cash out. She loosens her hands and returns her gently to the bed. Another whine slips out of Ryujin when Yeji pulls her mouth off of her aching clit. Inhales — deep and steady — fill Yeji’s empty lungs with air as she takes her first breaths since Ryujin’s orgasm started.

“Holy shit…”

Yeji looks over to Jisu. She’s on her hands and knees, her chest still heaving from her own orgasm. The expression that sits on her face is the same Ryujin’s — Ryujin looking like a Venn diagram between the both of them with the slick currently coating her cheeks.

“Wow, that was, um…good job, team.” As Jisu’s breathing returns to normal, she makes her way towards the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. “Momma’s gonna need a five, so you two?” She glances back at them while she starts to make a nest out of the cushions. “Feel free to have some fun by yourselves for a bit.”

Yeji perks up at the statement the same way a dog would at a squirrel. She turns up to Ryujin the moment it hits her ears. Five minutes is nothing — she’s never needed more time than that, and with Ryujin still riding the high of her last orgasm, she can’t imagine she would now.

“Wait, seriously?” Ryujin questions the excited look on Yeji’s face — still yet to catch her own breath. The distress is clear in her voice as she shakes her head in disbelief. “Again?”

“Only if you’re feeling up for it…”

Yeji doesn’t do it on purpose. She doesn’t intentionally push out her upper lip just so, nor does she mean to furrow her brow and crease the edges of her eyes in a way that makes her look particularly pitiful. She doesn’t aim to embody the emoji that is two fingers pressing against each other pathetically, but if it works…

The heaviest sigh of the night comes out of Ryujin as the incredulity sloughs off her face. “I don’t know why I try to fight it.” With a self-disappointed click of her teeth, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off.

Yeji’s beaming — positively bouncing as the last piece of Ryujin’s clothing flies onto the floor somewhere beside her. “Okay,” she says with an enthusiastic nod. Her hands find themselves on Ryujin’s thighs again, perching on the familiar roosts as she amps herself up. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Ryujin lets out a hearty laugh at how palpable Yeji’s excitement is. “Uh-huh.” Leaning forward, she places a kiss on Yeji’s forehead before moving back to the mattress. Their eyes catch each other one more time as Ryujin raises her hand and ruffles the blonde shag of hair on her. “Well, what are you waiting for? Show me what you’ve got, Yeddeong.”

A growl rumbles at the base of Yeji’s throat. The wispy sound of her name floating off of Ryujin’s tongue sends a shiver down her spine. She pushes forward and starts off with a series of hungry kitten licks that instantly has Ryujin preening. The quiet moans and whines that Jisu had hoarded earlier are now flowing freely out of Ryujin’s mouth while the fingers tangled in Yeji’s hair are pushing her deeper and deeper between her legs.

“Please…wanna feel all of you…”

The hunger in Ryujin’s words drives Yeji onward — determined to wring out every wanting cry from Ryujin that she can. Dragging her nails down Ryujin’s legs, she starts to tongue her folds deeper. It’s good, but Yeji needs more. She needs to feel her more. She needs to make Ryujin feel more.

She wraps one of her hands around Ryujin’s thighs, loving how her fingers sink into the plushness of the flesh beneath it. Her other hand goes for her clit, but not without wetting itself with the overflowing slick from Ryujin’s cunt.

Ryujin reacts with her whole body. She shivers and shakes and shudders as Yeji traces her thumb around the small bud. It’s a tease — never touching it directly — but it’s still enough to let loose the nonstop flow of moans.

“Like that?” Yeji eyes her from between her legs, taking a break from eating her out to look up at her. She unravels the hand she has around Ryujin’s thigh and moves it higher up before she takes hold of Ryujin’s breast. “Is this what you wanted?”

Ryujin opens her mouth to answer, but instead a wail escapes as Yeji pinches her nipple. “Y-yeah,” she rasps out with a fervent nod of her head. “So good. Your mouth, you—“ She stops, a sharp intake of breath accompanying a desperate buck of her hips before continuing. “Your…your hands.”

Yeji meets Ryujin’s nod with her own as she keeps on touching her. “Wanna make you come again,” she says — words equally as shaky. “So pretty when you come. So hot.”

As Yeji plunges her tongue back into Ryujin while her hands and fingers work away at her, every keen and cry that comes out of Ryujin is one more step closer to the inevitability of her climax. But Yeji doesn’t want to just bring her over the edge — she wants to push her.

Long, laser-focused strokes try to coax the orgasm out of Ryujin as Yeji curls her tongue in as far as she can. The hand at her clit keeps on what it’s doing, but now it starts to move with a purpose. The circles she’s been drawing get tighter and tighter until her thumb is basically living on top of Ryujin’s clit. This is already enough — more than enough — but then the hand she has on Ryujin’s breast trails down to her stomach. She finds that special little spot a couple of inches below her bellybutton and presses down with the heel of her palm to give her that one, last push.

“Yeji!”

Her name echoes through the room so loud Yeji thinks it’ll embed itself in the walls. It’s something she can’t ever imagine tiring of. The sound of her name in her ears. The taste on her tongue. The feel of Ryujin tensing up beneath her. And, of course, the sight of it all unfolding before her very eyes.

As Ryujin floods her mouth, Yeji starts to work her down from all the previous excitement. Her hands slow and still, the pressure lightening and the circles loosening. Even her tongue calms itself as Yeji’s previously hungry laps turn into a lazy mouthing at Ryujin’s folds. She keeps at it — would eagerly do so for the rest of the night — until she feels the tug of Ryujin’s hand in her hair.

“Okay, that’s—” Ryujin gulps. “I need a time-out, please.”

Swallowing the smirk on her face, Yeji pulls away to give Ryujin the break she deserves. But she doesn’t remove herself entirely, instead making her way up to Ryujin’s stomach. It’s a familiar spot for her, but the past few months have been a bit different — muscles where there weren’t before, lines and indents deeper than she remembers. She’s taken note of them each time she could land her eyes or hands or mouth on Ryujin, but Yeji thinks about finally addressing it.

“What made you change your mind?”

“About what?” Ryujin’s question is more of a wheeze as it dissolves into the weighty huffs of recovering from her second orgasm. Her eyes are clenched shut, obviously not expecting the interview that’s now occurring.

“About getting abs.” Yeji smooths the muscles beneath her hand. She feels as they go taut beneath her touch — watches as they swell with every breath. “Thought you didn’t like how they look.”

Ryujin’s eyes flutter open. She tries to angle her neck enough to look at Yeji, but instead of looking at her, Ryujin’s gaze starts where Yeji’s hands are. It’s not the first time Yeji’s caught Ryujin staring at her hands, and it’s fun to see how the other’s eyes slowly crawl up her arms until they’re finally looking at each other.

“To be honest…you.”

“Me?” Yeji chokes out.

“And Ryeongie.” Ryujin throws out a casual name-drop. She follows it up with a sigh that pushes out her stomach, only for Yeji to press her hand back against it. “Why?” The word sounds strained as the air gets pushed back into her. “Do you like them?”

Another question that Ryujin knows the answer to.

So, Yeji doesn’t answer. Instead, she takes her tongue and drags it all the way up the mid-line of Ryujin’s abs. Ryujin shivers beneath her, but all that does is make Yeji grab at the strained skin with her fingers in an attempt to make her tremble again.

“Oh, she’s a fan, alright,” Jisu pipes up. Finally rested, she crawls over from her nest before settling on her hands and knees beside them. She reaches out to touch Ryujin as well, though her attempts are more inquisitive and jabby than Yeji’s sensual caresses. “Fuck…these are nice.”

Concluding her observation with a satisfied slap of approval — one that gets a quick “Ow” from Ryujin — Jisu then reaches for own stomach. “What do you guys think?” She starts to drag her hands up and down the flat plane of her torso. “Should I get abs too or—”

“No!”

The unanimous answer bounces around the room until it falls silent, only to be interrupted by the squeak of the bed as Ryujin and Yeji slowly turn their heads towards one another.

“Geeze,” Jisu pouts. “Okay, fine. I won’t.”

“What we mean is that you’re good just the way you are,” Ryujin adds promptly. She moves onto her knees with a wobble — Yeji pleased with herself for being the reason why — before she moves over to Jisu to hug her from behind. “Besides,” she says, resting her head on Jisu’s shoulder, “I think Yeji would implode if you got any hotter.”

She doesn’t appreciate Ryujin throwing her under the bus — especially since she also objected to the idea — but it doesn’t make what she said any less true. It’s already dangerous enough with just Chaeryeong walking around. Anytime she comes into dance practice with a sweater that rides a bit too high — or god forbid, a crop top — Yeji has to basically put on blinders unless wants to risk the safety of everyone around her.

And ever since Ryujin’s joined the abs club, it’s only gotten worse. Last week, she overheard their production team talking about putting up stickers on the dance mirrors so Yeji would stop walking into them. If Jisu decided to get toned too, then the whole studio would have to be baby proofed.

“I guess you’re right.” Jisu fills in the silence that Yeji left and starts a brand new conversation in the process. “Well, enough about abs then. I do believe it’s time you two start paying attention to me again?”

Yeji laughs first, but Ryujin laughs louder.

“You’re so needy.” Ryujin says the words into Jisu’s ear as she sways the both of them side-to-side.

“So are you,” Jisu tells her. “The only difference is I’m brave enough to admit it.”

Yeji laughs again as she stands up. She barely catches the ice-cold glare Ryujin shoots her as she follows the edge of the bed to Jisu.

“Bup bup bup.” Jisu holds out a hand to stop her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m joining the two of you?” Yeji slows her approach, but she doesn’t stop entirely as she warily lifts a knee onto the edge of the mattress.

“Not dressed like that, you aren’t.” Jisu smacks her hand on the side of Yeji’s knee, promptly sending her back off the bed.

“Dressed like…”

Yeji’s eyes follow Jisu’s down to the clothes she’s currently wearing. Save for the hoodie that is now on the floor beside her, it’s the same outfit she’s been wearing since before the stream — the same outfit that Jisu thought was hot enough for her to feel her up over.

“What’s wrong with it? It’s not like I’m naked or—”

Oh.

“Bingo.” Jisu crosses her arms with a cocksure shake of her head. “Now if you would do us the honor? It’s not fair you get to see the show and you’re the only one not paying for the ticket.”

Strict but fair — it’s one of the reasons why Yeji loves her so much.

Eager to get back to the bed and off her feet, Yeji doesn’t try to add any of the flair Jisu had when she stripped. But that doesn’t stop her from feeling the eyes watching her as she takes off her top and exposes the black Calvin Klein bralette beneath. Nor can she ignore the subtle intake of breath coming from Ryujin when she slips off her bottoms to reveal the matching pair of briefs.

“No, yeah, same, “ Jisu agrees. “Could we get a spin please?”

Yeji shoots a look over to Jisu as if to ask “Are you serious?” but all she gets in return is that same serious look on her face and a twirl of her fingers. Knowing she has no chance of winning this battle, Yeji raises up both of her arms and turns around to “show them the goods” as Jisu often calls it.

“Decisions, decisions…” Jisu sighs. “Ryujin, I’ll leave it up to you. On or off?”

Completing the circle, Yeji’s hands move to her hips as she goes to Ryujin for an answer. A smirk forms on her face — it seems Ryujin’s confidence is contagious — as she notes the look that Ryujin is giving her. Those brown, darling peach eyes — shiny with want — scouring over every new inch of exposed skin.

“Off,” she ultimately answers, though with a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Eager, are we?” Jisu teases before looking to Yeji. “You heard the lady; you may undress fully now.”

“As you wish.” Yeji bows her head — partly to hide the snicker — before returning to the clothes still on her body. Slipping her fingers under her waistband, her gaze flickers left-to-right at the two watching her. She can see the eagerness in their eyes as she peels off her underwear to reveal her own excitement.

“Fuck me…” Ryujin murmurs.

“You’ve had your turn,” Jisu huffs as she pulls away from Ryujin. “It’s time I had some fun with her.”

A chuckle comes out of her at the sight of Ryujin pouting and Jisu falling back to the pillow fort she made. When the cold air hits her hot cunt, Yeji shivers with anticipation. She doesn’t need to look down or touch herself to know that she’s far wetter than Ryujin was when she first found her. How could she not be after having eaten Ryujin out twice and seeing Jisu ride her face? As Yeji goes to pull her bra off, she thinks: What kind of leader would she be if she wasn’t setting the right example?

“That’s better.” Ryujin raises an approving eyebrow as Yeji presents them with her fully naked body.

“Much better,” Jisu adds smugly from her cushions. “Now you may join us,” she says with a flourish of her fingers.

Yeji’s laugh trails off into a chuckle as Jisu opens her arms wide and aims her grabby little hands at her. Wasting no time, she steps forward and sets a knee down on the edge of the bed again. But before she can get her other foot off the ground, Jisu’s already grabbing her and snatching her away.

“J-Jisu!”

Yeji’s shriek gets smothered instantly by the sudden pull into Jisu’s cleavage. Her hands sink into the soft clouds behind her while her head nestles nicely into her chest. With the mattress squeaking beneath them, she can imagine that this is how Ryujin felt when Jisu first tackled her onto the bed.

“Gonna hog her all to yourself?” Though all Yeji can see right now is Jisu’s breasts — which, wow — she can tell Ryujin’s approaching by the way the bed shakes beneath them.

“And if I do?” Jisu asks in return, her hand possessively cradling the back of Yeji’s head. “Like I said, it’s time I had fun with her. How about you sit back and watch this time, hm?”

Yeji can hear the roll of Ryujin’s eyes as she claps back against Jisu. She lets them go at it as she presses her nose to the soft skin in front of her. As much as she lamented earlier about the chaos that comes with bringing Ryujin and Jisu together, she has to admit she appreciates how natural the chatter comes up with both of them around.

It lets Yeji’s mouth focus on other things.

“Besides,” Jisu starts, “It’s not like—shit…”

The hand in Yeji’s hair turns into a fist as she takes one of Jisu’s nipples into her mouth. To be honest, she’s surprised this small tease was enough to interrupt her. Yeji remembers the time she was eating Jisu out when Chaeryeong walked in on them and started asking about their chore wheel. Yeji can’t recall the specifics, but she does know Chaeryeong was not happy when she found Yeji beneath the blanket and that it ultimately ended up with Yeji being the one to take the trash out.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ryujin asks. Yeji still can’t see her, but she can picture the whiskery smirk perfectly.

“Not my tongue.” Jisu half-says/mostly groans as she buries her fingers further into Yeji’s hair.

At first, Yeji thinks Jisu is pushing her deeper into her chest, but then she realizes Jisu is actually pulling her away. She knows where Jisu is taking her, a smile on her face as she parks herself on Jisu’s leg while her mouth gets dragged elsewhere. She leaves her mark across Jisu’s chest during the journey — smears of the communal lip gloss — before finding herself in the alcove beneath Jisu’s underarm. The hand on her head barely has any time to relax before Yeji mirrors what she did to Ryujin earlier and flattens her tongue against Jisu’s armpit with a long, deep stripe up.

“Yeah…that’s it…” Jisu reacts in a similar way — with a shake and a shudder — as she jams her mouth against Yeji. “You know how to do it, just like that…” She feeds the words into the top of Yeji’s head, chasing them with a chain of content sighs.

“You know something?” The bed creaks behind Yeji as Ryujin presumably assumes a somehow sassier position than previous. “I feel like we pamper you too much.”

Jisu laughs and moves her chin so it’s resting on the top of Yeji’s head. “Big words coming from someone not pampering me right now.”

There’s a chuckle from Ryujin, but Yeji’s more focused on proving her right and indulging herself in Jisu. Burying her face in her armpit, Yeji relishes in everything she has to offer — the tang of her sweat, the velvet texture of her skin, but mostly Yeji loves the fact that there’s yet another place — another way — in which she can surrender herself to Jisu.

The fingers on Yeji’s head keep her buried in her underarm, but she wants to know more about Jisu’s other hand. Pulling her mouth away, she rubs at the wet skin with her thumb. Jisu groans and then follows it up with a whimper when Yeji pads up the length of her arm until it finds her hand.

“God…” Jisu muses as Yeji interlocks their fingers together. “I forget how big your hands are sometimes.”

Yeji has to stifle a laugh as the bed jostles around them yet again. Peeking over her shoulder, she sees Ryujin positioning herself at Jisu’s opposite side. With Yeji occupying both of her hands, Ryujin goes again for Jisu’s mouth. This time, Yeji doesn’t mind. This time, she’s just as part of this as either of them.

With her other hand free to wander, it doesn’t take long before it settles on the flat of Jisu’s stomach. The question from earlier pops up in her head and she’s glad that Jisu didn’t fight them on the abs thing. Not only was Yeji’s safety a genuine concern, but she can’t imagine running her hand over Jisu’s stomach and not feeling this.

“So soft…” Yeji mumbles into the crook of Jisu’s arm as she touches her. The delicate fingers entwined with hers. The secret hollow of her armpit. The squish of the skin on her stomach. All. So. Soft.

“Yeji…”

Even her name sounds soft as it spills out of Jisu mid-make-out. Yeji is touching her every way she can, but it’s not enough. As much as she likes the feeling of the stomach beneath her hand — the scratches a testament to that — it doesn’t stop her from moving below Jisu’s waist. She skirts her fingers around Jisu’s clit, running them all the way down her folds before bringing them all the way back up before repeating.

“Hey, that’s my spot.”

The words come out of nowhere as Yeji’s hand gets smacked away by Ryujin’s. It takes her a second to process what just happened — her brain rebooting as she looks over to see Ryujin’s hand taking her place between Jisu’s legs.

“What’d you do that for?” Yeji asks. She’s shaking her hand between them as if it hurts, but she’s more confused than anything else.

“I can handle this.” Ryujin doesn’t answer her as she noses her way into the nape of Jisu’s neck. “Why don’t you go take that big hand of yours somewhere else, huh?”

Jisu giggles, eying Yeji with a quirk of her eyebrow. Neither she nor Ryujin can see each other, but they’ve somehow matched each other’s expressions yet again.

With a roll of her own eyes, Yeji does exactly what she’s told — but not because she was told to do it. It just so happens that she was planning to do this anyway. As she navigates around Ryujin’s busy hand, her fingers easily find Jisu’s wet cunt before slipping inside of her tight heat.

“Holy fuck, guys…”

Jisu’s pulsing around her, her body responding to the overwhelming stimuli coming at her from all ends. Unlike the rock-solid statue that rode Ryujin’s face earlier, this Jisu is anything but. She’s not flailing or threatening to push Yeji off the bed — something that Jisu did feel awful about and apologized for when that happened — but the leg between Yeji’s is grinding against her in a way that is as pleasurable as it is distracting.

After a short stutter surges through her fingers and mouth, she buries her face back into Jisu’s armpit so she can get back to focusing on her approaching orgasm. But it’s hard with each curl and twist of her fingers bringing on another erratic jerk from the limb beneath her. It’s made even worse as whatever Ryujin is doing is equally as likely to make Jisu jolt, and it’s not until the two manage to fall in line with the other that Yeji can focus until Jisu eventually—

“Oh my god.”

Jisu gives it her all when the orgasm washes over her. From the twitch in her jaw to the glimmer in her eyes, Yeji swears she’s looking at a piece of art as Jisu clenches around her fingers and spills all over them.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Jisu stammers and short-circuits until she’s able to wrest control of her own body again. “Okay okay okay, that’s enough.” A gulp, a gasp, and then the smack of Jisu’s hands on both her and Ryujin’s heads brings the fun to a stop — their desire to keep touching her also having synced up. “Unless you guys wanna carry me back to my room,” she breathes, “you two gotta quit it.”

It sounds like the easiest trade in the world, but Yeji stops nonetheless. She withdraws from the nook of Jisu’s arm — now shiny with saliva and kiss marks — and pulls her fingers out from her legs before sucking them between her lips. The taste of Jisu makes Yeji groan as she swirls her tongue around herself. It’s a different flavor from the sweat on her body or the spit in her mouth, but it’s still uniquely her all the same.

“Hey, save some for me.”

Ryujin’s eying her hungrily with an open mouth. Yeji watches as the tip of her tongue peeks out to wet her lips in anticipation, Yeji’s own tongue stopping in its tracks as she gets ready to comply. Not one to keep her waiting, she pulls out her fingers with a pop before relinquishing them to Ryujin.

Her hand makes it halfway between them before Ryujin gets too impatient and seizes her — her fingers conforming to Yeji’s wrist with practiced familiarity. The two don’t look away from each other, not once breaking eye contact as Ryujin envelops Yeji’s digits with the hot cavern of her mouth.

The heat between Yeji’s legs gets hotter as Ryujin masterfully laps and sucks at her. Ryujin’s tongue diving between each finger. Ryujin’s teeth teasing her skin with each incidental scrape. Ryujin’s hands looking so dainty clamped around Yeji’s larger one. Pressing her fingers down against Ryujin’s tongue, Ryujin moans and Yeji can only ache in return. It makes her wonder if she can come like this alone — with Ryujin writhing around her fingers in a whole new sense of the word — but it ends before she can answer it.

“Thanks…” Ryujin slides her mouth off of Yeji’s fingers as she would a finished Popsicle. A string of saliva keeps them joined, breaking only when Ryujin sucks in her lower lip and pulls back fully.

“No problem.” Yeji’s response comes out hoarse — her mouth suddenly dry — as her hand continues to hang in the air until it gradually falls down to the bed.

“Damn, looks like you guys are ready for another round.” Jisu cuts in between them as she looks from one to the other. “What do you say?”

“What?” Yeji drops her hand and finds the moisture in her mouth again as she turns to Jisu. “But you said you were—“

“I said I was good.” Jisu finishes Yeji’s sentence for her, straightening her back out with a smirk as she gives her a quick up-down. “But we haven’t even gotten to you yet…isn’t that right, Ryujin?”

“That’s exactly right, Jisu.”

When Yeji turns back to Ryujin, the only thing she can see is the danger in her eyes. Yeji gulps and inhales slowly as Ryujin circles around and finds some space on Jisu’s leg behind her. Yeji jumps a little when Ryujin’s hands — still wet — land on her hips.

“It’s not fair you get to have all the fun, is it?” she whispers, grazing the edge of Yeji’s ear with her mouth.

Yeji shakes her head, her heart pounding in her chest as Ryujin presses a featherlight kiss against the tip of her ear. She freezes, not wanting to create any distance between them as Ryujin moves down the side of her head until her lips find footing atop Yeji’s shoulder. Her eyelids start to droop as Ryujin showers her back with kisses, but then she feels her chin being lifted.

“Hey. Eyes on me, big guy.” Jisu angles Yeji’s head up until they’re looking at each other. “I’m here too, you know.” She smiles as she slides the hand from Yeji’s chin up to cup her cheek and leans her head forward to kiss her lips. It’s slow, languid, almost lazy, but there’s no lack of heat or fire as the whine Yeji feeds into Jisu leaks out as she pulls away a second later.

“Hm…I taste good on you.”

Yeji opens her mouth to reply — with what, she doesn’t know — but a moan slips out instead as Ryujin touches her from behind. It’s not the kisses that have gradually turned into bites that get her. It’s not even the way Ryujin’s palming her tit. No, it’s the other hand that gets her, the one that’s slid down her stomach and cupped itself against her cunt as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Fuck, Yeddeong…you’re so fucking wet,” Ryujin hisses as she pulls away to show Yeji the thick coat of slick covering her hand.

“You should see the mess she left on my leg.” With a smirk, Jisu lifts her leg up and runs it against Yeji’s slit, getting both of them wetter in the process. “Is this because of us? Did making us come make you feel that good?"

Yeji nods, finding it harder and harder to get the right words out as Ryujin and Jisu continue to tease her. “Like touching you, like—“

A single digit slides up Yeji’s folds and pushes a gasp out of her mouth. Feeling Jisu’s foot fall away, it gets replaced instantly by Ryujin’s prying fingers. One, two of them inside of her that waste no time in driving her crazy. Yeji’s hips start to shake, the steady seat turning precarious until she feels Ryujin’s chest pressed firmly against her back. “I got you.” Ryujin whispers it into the side of her neck, sealing the promise with a kiss as she snakes her arm possessively around Yeji’s waist.

“That’s it…just let us take care of you.” Jisu whispers. She’s thumbing over Yeji’s cheek so delicately, another hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of her face. “So handsome…you’re doing really good.”

The words hit her harder than anything else, her brain feeling fuzzy and full of static as Jisu’s voice bounces against her ear drums. Her hips are bucking against Ryujin’s fingers, her chest straining against her desperate grasps, but she does her best to keep her head still and safe in the confines of Jisu’s soothing ministrations.

“Are you gonna come?” Jisu asks, the answer already loud in the room.

Yeji whimpers and shakes. Of course she’s going to come. With Ryujin fucking her so hard and Jisu touching her so soft and her already so close before any of this — it’s kind of crazy to think she’s managed to hold out for so long.

“Yeah…” she whines. Her mouth trembles. She threatens to bite down on her lower lip in case she’s coming off as too pathetic, but Yeji’s far past that point of worry now as the ache and throb between her legs gets too much for her to handle.

“Do it then.” Jisu’s looking at her, holding her so reverently while she falls apart in her hands. She leans in and places a simpering kiss on the side of Yeji’s quivering lips and whispers “Be a good boy and come for us.”

Yeji comes. White flashes over her eyes. She tightens around the fingers inside her and her mouth falls open and out of Jisu’s caring hand. A moan flops out of her — she thinks, she’s not entirely sure — before she feels the world collapsing around her until—

She’s nothing.

She’s boneless.

She’s lost, she’s — she’s beneath some pillows, she thinks. The white in her eyes doesn’t disappear and Yeji eventually realizes that she’s fallen forward and her head is currently buried in the pile of high thread-count cushions behind Jisu.

“Look at her.”

Jisu’s voice is muffled, but then it starts to get clearer as the pillows around Yeji’s head start to get removed, one-by-one.

“I feel like we deserve a gold star for this one.”

Yeji starts to turn her head to look up at Jisu, but then she feels a welcome hand on top of her head and the signature scritches that come with it. So she doesn’t move, she stays half-trapped beneath the pillows and who she presumes is Ryujin on her back.

“Gold stars are tacky.” Ryujin heaves the last word out of her as she struggles to get her hand out from beneath Yeji. With a relieved sigh, she quickly returns to her place on top of her. “You know what’s not tacky though?” she asks, her mouth right above Yeji’s ear. “Bar-be-que.” Ryujin sounds out every syllable, punctuating each one with a small kiss to the side of her head.

As tired as she is, Yeji still has energy for the grunt and grumble that reflexively spills out of her. Ryujin’s been on a months-long crusade in an attempt to mooch a barbeque dinner out of Yeji. She’s said no every single time, not once giving her an inch or second thought. But now? After everything that’s just happened? It’s almost enough to make Yeji reconsider.

The phone on the table beside them begins to vibrate, interrupting Yeji as she’s running through how much money she currently has in her bank account. She doesn’t pay too much attention to the phone, not until Jisu removes the hand from her head to grab it.

“Hey Ryujin, look over here.”

Ryujin looks up — as does Yeji — to see Jisu holding up the phone to her face. The little circle on the screen spins before the phone unlocks itself and Jisu whisks it away from them.

“Why do you have my phone?” Ryujin doesn’t sound mad. She doesn’t sound confused. If anything, it sounds like she’s wondering why Jisu’s choosing to be on the phone considering what and who is in front of her on the bed right now. “You better be ordering food or something important like that.”

“I could if you want — a Powerade right now sounds nice.” Jisu gives Ryujin an answer, but she doesn’t give her any attention — her eyes and thumbs instead working away at the phone in her hands. “But I saw Chaeryeong blowing up your phone. She wants to know if we’re done yet because it’s really hard to fall asleep when there’s three people fucking next door.”

“Oh my god…” Yeji’s cheeks were already flushed, so she can’t imagine how she looks now as she buries her face into the nearest pillow. “She heard all that?”

“You…heard…all…that?” Jisu types in the question, one word at a time, before getting a reply instantaneously. “All of it, yeah. She sent a recording too. You guys want to hear it?”

“No!” Yeji answers at the same time Ryujin says “Yes!”

Craning her head up and back, Yeji musters up enough energy to narrow her eyes at Ryujin in a way that sends her reeling back from her enthusiasm.

With a childish quirk of her mouth and shifty side-eye, Ryujin relents with a quiet, drawn-out “No…”

“No problem, I’ll just send it to myself then.” Before Yeji can say anything, the recognizable chime of a message being sent comes from the phone in Jisu’s hand. “So, what should I tell Ryeongie then?”

“Tell her…”

Yeji starts to talk, an answer already at the front of her mind. But then she looks up at Jisu and notices how beautifully the lights above them halo her head. She feels Ryujin’s breasts pressing against her back and her hot breath against her neck. She recalls the fact that they’ve got nothing in their schedule for the next couple of days and can recover easily from whatever happens tonight — whether it’s lack of sleep or strenuous physical activities — before the corners of her lip curl into a Cheshire grin.

“Tell her my room’s unlocked if she wants to borrow my noise cancelling headphones.”