#jichaeng

it's a friday night when chaeyoung sees her again. she smiles to a costumer and pours their drink on a glass, getting tipped generously for her nice service, and then she can pay attention to the person who made her work less tedious, even if jihyo would usually blow chaeyoung off.

"nice seeing you here, cutie. what can i get for you?" chaeyoung smiles, courteous and kind, but not for the tips.

jihyo doesn't seem fazed by the petname, already used to them coming from chaeyoung. she leans in subtly, making her cleavage more noticeable in that tight dress, much to chaeyoung's frustration. she always did that. jihyo wouldn't flirt back, but she would make sure chaeyoung had a hard on every single time she went there.

"surprise me." jihyo tells her. chaeyoung has a hard time trying to look into her eyes rather than her chest, but jihyo sits back straight and takes away the nice view.

chaeyoung sticks to the simple, but she doesn't have time to see jihyo taste her drink. the bar was full, not unusual for a friday night, and for a few minutes she didn't have the chance to talk to jihyo. she still tries to look cool while making the drinks, knowing that the woman was still watching her.

jihyo usually stays for an hour and then leaves. this time around, when it's late enough for her to take a leave, she asks for another drink instead of leaving chaeyoung for another week.

"another one? are you sure?" chaeyoung asks. she wouldn't usually mind the amount of alcohol that the clients consumed, but she cared about jihyo. not only that, but jihyo could get drunk and she was alone. it wasn't the best idea.

"worried about me?" jihyo laughs softly, nails tapping the counter. chaeyoung notices a ring on her finger then. it looks expensive, just like every other aspect about jihyo. "pretty, isn't it?"

"not prettier than you." chaeyoung flirts. jihyo shakes her head, a smile on her lips, and chaeyoung knows she said the right thing.

"you just won't give up, will you?" jihyo crosses her arms, staring at chaeyoung as if she's reading her. "you do know i'm married..." she affirms, voice hoarse, somewhat tipsy. "and yet you won't stop."

"i thought we were pretending you're not." chaeyoung brings a hand over the counter, reaching the woman's hand and holding it, the ring long forgotten now that none of them could see it.

jihyo looks at their hands, then looks at chaeyoung. she would be lying to herself if she told chaeyoung that it was all a big misunderstanding. there was a reason why she went to that bar all alone in the first place, and a different reason for her to keep coming back.

perhaps chaeyoung was too young and jihyo shouldn't do things that would only make her marriage worse, but she was curious about the ifs. what if she gave in, brought chaeyoung home and made a big mistake that would certainly put an end to her marriage? what if she liked it and felt no regret whatsoever?

jihyo decides to give in to her wishes. if her partner could, then so could she. "when is your shift ending?"

another bartender replaces chaeyoung when it's her time to go home, and they waste no time on getting out of that bar. jihyo planned on taking her to a hotel, as her house was off limits, but chaeyoung offers her apartment instead.

jihyo finds it funny for the most part. she lived a completely different life than chaeyoung. while the younger woman's apartment wasn't as messy as she would've thought, it still screamed chaeyoung's personality. she feels like she made a mistake for a moment, before chaeyoung kisses her and shows her how wrong she is.

the room was the messiest place in chaeyoung's house, but at least she made her bed that day. despite constantly flirting with jihyo, she didn't think that the woman would really give her a chance, and yet there she was, making out with her inside her own room, jihyo against the door as her bulge bulge prodded against her.

"you're so hot," chaeyoung mumbles against jihyo's neck, holding the older woman's waist firmly.

"i hear that a lot." jihyo lets out a small sigh when they break apart, feeling chaeyoung poking at her thigh. "you feel big."

chaeyoung laughs, using jihyo's words to reply. "i hear that a lot."

she stops when jihyo pulls away and sinks to her knees. chaeyoung loses her breath as jihyo unbuckles her belt and pulls her pants down along with her boxers, freeing her hardened shaft. it's not like chaeyoung hasn't had a woman sucking her off before, but when jihyo does it, she feels weak and her knees falter.

perhaps it's the thrill of having sex with someone older. or maybe it was the fact jihyo was married that made her shamefully aroused, but solely having jihyo running her tongue across her length made her throb. definitely not something she could compare to her previous experiences, even when jihyo wasn't really making any effort.

"so hard, chaeyoung." jihyo teases, using her hand to spread her own spit along chaeyoung's shaft. "do you want me this much?"

chaeyoung can barely reply to the older woman's dirty talk, gasping when jihyo takes her into her mouth. "you know i do," she says, holding he back of jihyo's head. "i've been hard all night."

her words die down when jihyo start moving her head back and forth. chaeyoung relishes in the way jihyo is both skillful and sloppy, not really trying to make chaeyoung come, just working her up. jihyo doesn't spend long there, getting up when she feels needy, and then she kisses chaeyoung's mouth, making her taste herself on her tongue.

as if reading chaeyoung's mind, jihyo pulls down the zipper of her dress, letting it fall on the ground. chaeyoung almost blows her load when she sees her body, bare, except for the panties.

"you can look this time. but not for too long," jihyo says, thinking of all the times she caught chaeyoung staring at her chest. "aren't you going to take off the rest of your clothes?"

chaeyoung almost trips when she quickly tries to do away with her clothes, kicking her pants and boxers away from her feet while unbuttoning her shirt. she tries to reach jihyo and gets thrown on the bed, jihyo sitting on her lap.

"are you nervous, chaeyoung? i can hear your breathing." jihyo laughs, running her nails from chaeyoung's chest to her stomach. "do i make you nervous?"

"n-no." chaeyoung answers, trying to hide the weight of jihyo's words and actions on her.

"i'll believe you then," jihyo hums, wrapping a hand around chaeyoung's flushed cock. she pumps it quickly, barely able to close her fist around the girth, taking her panties off when she can't wait anymore. "i need a condom."

chaeyoung seems to snap out of her thoughts. she had forgotten about condoms, focusing on how big she looked in jihyo's hand and how badly she needed to be inside that woman.

"oh, shit- yes, right, i'll get it." chaeyoung looks around, forgetting where she placed them for a moment, then she reminds it's on a shelf at the nightstand. she takes one of the golden squares she'd thrown there, and before she has the time to open it jihyo snatches it from her.

chaeyoung lies back, letting jihyo slide the rubber down around her cock, moaning when jihyo quickly notches the head inside herself. chaeyoung was clearly not the only desperate one, watching as jihyo tipped her head back and moaned, rather stretched to accommodate her.

chaeyoung was considerably bigger than what jihyo was used to and the woman whined when it was all lodged inside, not even an inch left out. jihyo hadn't felt that in too long, deprived of not only being filled but the kisses, the touches and especially the attention, all the things that chaeyoung gave her.

jihyo lets out a faltering breath, not moving just yet, trying to get used to the feeling. she could feel chaeyoung's stare on her, almost able to touch the younger's desire. "enjoying the view?"

"it's better than anything i could wish for." chaeyoung smiles gallantly. it's the same smile she always gives her when she's flirting, and jihyo rolls her eyes at how smug chaeyoung looks.

jihyo moves, dragging a whimper out of chaeyoung, her hips rising until only the tip of chaeyoung was inside. and then she moves back down, every inch sinking back into her smoothly.

every decision she made feels worth it then. she feels full, pleased, and guilty — but deliciously so, riding chaeyoung fast and hard, feeling her deeper each time, the pleasure too much for her to think about anything that isn't chaeyoung's cock buried in her pussy.

"oh, chaeyoung," jihyo whines when chaeyoung grasps her breasts, hands not able to hold them entirely, squeezing them as jihyo mounts her. "just like that!"

chaeyoung feels jihyo's walls tightening around her and she groans, flipping them over on the bed, taking jihyo by surprise when she pulls out only to ram her cock back in, rutting into her desperately.

"s-so fucking sexy riding me like t-that, jihyo," chaeyoung mutters breathlessly, a hand holding one of jihyo's leg and the other rubbing the older woman's clit, wanting to make her fall apart on her cock. "let me make you feel good. come for me."

her words push jihyo into an orgasm, the first that she's had in a while. chaeyoung fucks her right through it, making her way in and out of the walls gushing around her until she finally emptied herself into the rubber, grunting as her shaft pulsed.

chaeyoung falls next to jihyo catching her breath, face red and sweaty, not any different than jihyo.

"can i be honest?" jihyo asks after a while, feeling empty now that chaeyoung was no longer inside her.

chaeyoung hums, looking at the beautiful woman she still didn't believe she managed to pull out.

"i thought you'd be bad in bed," jihyo continues. "but you surprised me for the good."

"so you don't regret it?" chaeyoung touches her face softly, instinctively. she thinks it's no good to ask jihyo about regret, so she finds a better way to put it. "i mean... can we keep doing this?"

jihyo sighs, touching chaeyoung's hand over her face. the ring was still there, and chaeyoung was still aware of what she was doing, but still she wanted jihyo.

"maybe i'll let you make a drink for me here next time. going to the bar is getting tedious." jihyo replies, knowing exactly what she was doing.