#two halves

— — —

After your disaster of a performance in that tune up exhibition match, you thought a warm shower might help in clearing your head.

Well, you’re wrong.

The scenes from this morning still played through your head, over and over again. Even while sitting on the locker room bench, getting dressed while trying to clear your brain. Suddenly, you see your phone light up in your bag. You check to see what the notification is but get shocked by what the text bubble says:

It's Yeji. We need to talk about this morning. Can you meet me at the cafe after 5?

If you were being honest with yourself, you’re conflicted. Most of what your brain is telling you to do is to just pretend the morning never happened. It made sense. Whatever lies underneath the events of this morning feels like a pandora’s box that should not be opened. 

However, there was this little voice inside your head. It was arguing against forgetting. It was telling you the truth: that you’re curious. Actually, more than just curious. The reason you kept replaying the events in your head? It’s because you’re desperate for answers. Desperate to know why she kissed you when you thought she hated you.

Take a guess which voice won you over.

I’m on my way there.

— — —

You arrive at the cafe at 4:45. Considering you have fifteen minutes to spare, you decide to order a cold brew. Though that time allowance passes by in an instant as you wait nervously. The stress has you sweating bullets, even finishing your drink quicker than you should have. You decide to order another one just as the clock strikes 5. That’s when you see Yeji enter the cafe. 

Your heart drops when you see her. Aside from the confusion, you have another sudden realization:

Was she with Ryujin before all this?

She said they had a group schedule. Would Yeji have said something to her? What would Ryujin’s reaction be? Would she get jealous? Mad?

While you’re in a state of panic, your gaze meets Yeji’s. It shakes you out of your panic, allowing you to point towards your table, to which she goes to and sits at. When you get your drink, you go back to the table and sit across from her.

“Hey.” you open.

“Hi.” Yeji responds.

“I didn’t know what to get you.”

“It’s fine, I'm not really thirsty anyway.”

“Alright.”

As quick as the conversation went, that’s also how quick the awkward silence took over. You decide to break it anyway.

“Uh, how did you get my number? Did you get it from Ryujin or…”

“From one of our managers. She had it just in case she couldn’t reach Ryujin while she’s with you.”

“Makes sense.” you pause. “So you didn’t talk to Ryujin?”

“No.”

“So you didn’t tell her?”

“No.”

Once again, the awkward silence takes over. You both sit there quietly, unsure of what to say, until the nagging feeling comes back to you and causes you to burst.

“Seriously, Yeji. What was that this morning?”

“I– I don’t know.”

“You don’t know why you kissed me? I thought you hated me?”

“I don’t hate you Jamie.” Yeji begins to explain. “I never did. I know I’ve been cold. I know I looked like I was uninterested. But I swear, I never was. When Ryujin first introduced you to us, the second I saw you, I started feeling something I couldn’t understand. The specific feeling I’ve only ever had for guys. I was confused, scared, and unsure of what was happening to me.”

“You were always so nice. So welcoming.” Yeji continues to rattle. “That just kept making it harder for me to understand what I was feeling. I thought that by being cold, that by pushing you away the feelings would disappear. I thought it was working. But then this morning… when you erupted at me. When you made me realize what I was doing and how I was coming off as. When you brought your face close to mine… I just lost control and—” she pauses as she tries to stop herself from crying. You offer her a napkin to wipe her tears.

“Thanks.” she says as she takes the napkin and wipes her tears. “Basically, I never hated you, Jamie. I’ve just been—”

“Confused.” you finish her thought for her. It starts to make sense. You feel like a fool for not seeing it. “It’s fine, Yeji. I understand.”

“You… You do?”

“Yeah. I went to an all-girls high school back at home.” you explain, “You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve had to play arbiter between friends when one of them starts developing feelings for the other. One friend icing the other out from confusion. The other one getting worried that they did something wrong. I should’ve picked up the signs, though it’s my first time being on the receiving end of it.”

On instinct, you hold Yeji’s hand in assurance.

“I know it can get confusing when it’s your first time to develop feelings for another girl. But trust me when I tell you that it’s completely valid. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s normal. Okay?”

“Okay.” She says as flashes her dragon-like grin from your assuring words.

“So… back to Ryujin.”

“You have nothing to worry about. I didn’t tell her.”

Yeji’s words give you a sense of relief. But her next warning gets you back on your toes.

“You do plan on telling her, right?”

“Yeah… at least, I think so?”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of her?” This new tone from Yeji was… something. A far cry from the ice-cold mask she wore around you in the past. Now? She feels warmer. Friendlier. What you expected to feel when you first met her.

“I’m not. It’s just…”

“Jamie.” Yeji says as she holds your hands now. “You’re in an open relationship with Ryujin. She won’t get mad that we kissed. But she will get mad if you keep it a secret for too long.”

Yeji has a point. When Ryujin’s with her other partners, she, at the very least, lets you know. She stays honest with you. Now, you should do the same.

“I’m not going to tell her, Jamie.” Yeji promises, “only because it’s not my story to tell. I’m telling you now, you have to tell her. Okay?”

“Alright.” That's all you can say in reply.

Yeji knows Ryujin. Hell, you know Ryujin. She won’t get mad at you.

Right?

— — —

Tonight, you’re back in your apartment. Not as spacious as Ryujin’s place, but enough for two people. You invited Ryujin over for dinner, which is burgers from her favorite fast food joint, hopefully to confess to her about what happened that morning.

You’re sitting on your couch, going through what you plan to say in your head when you hear the door open.

“Hey!” Ryujin shouts as she enters your apartment.

“Hey.” you say as you stand up and meet her, giving her a quick kiss before helping her with her bag. “Food’s on the table.” you direct her towards the dining table, to which she rushes to. You set her bag on the couch before joining her at the table, heart pounding like a jackhammer with your secret in tow.

Ryujin sits there, happily scarfing down her burger while you continue to debate with yourself internally if this was a good idea. 

“Hey, so uh… this morning…”

“Mhmm?” she replies with a mouth full of food when she raises her gaze towards you. 

“Yeji passed by your place. Dropped off a package that got sent to your dorms.”

“That’s sweet of her.” She’s able to say in a rare moment where her mouth wasn’t full of food.

“Yeah, well I told her she’s welcome to have coffee since she said that she had some free time before the group schedule.”

“Mhmm?”

“But then she got cold again. Lied about having to leave. And I kinda lost my temper and erupted at her and confronted her and…” you were about to start babbling, but then suddenly, there was an inner voice that decided that it was better to rip the ban-aid off. 

“Yeji kissed me this morning.”

Band aid ripped off. You just blurt it out. Get it over with and deal with the consequences. Which, after a few silent seconds, Ryujin lets you know that there won’t be.

“See! I told you she didn’t hate you!” She says as she chuckles

“What?” You ask, confused.

“I mean, I did tell you. Right?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. She’s not mad. Yeji was right. But that calm wave of relief slowly dissipates. In its place, your insecurity and anxiety start to grow again.

“You’re not mad?” You ask.

“Nah, it was just a kiss. Right?”, she replies, “Plus, like I said. I told you she doesn’t hate you!”

Ryujin laughs at her joke, even gets a chuckle from you. Inside, though? Your insecurity continues to grow. It manifests itself in a question:

“Really? That’s your main takeaway? That’s the first thing you’re thinking of right now?” you ask in disbelief.

“I mean, you spent a whole day complaining about her.” She scoffs, “You can’t really blame me if it's the first thing on my mind.”

“Not even a hint of jealousy? Really?” the question basically exposes your true feelings, but Ryujin doesn’t seem to pick up on it. 

“Jealousy? Why would I be jealous? We’re open, Jamie. Did you forget?”

“How could I forget with all the girls and guys you meet up with behind my back?” you mutter under your breath. 

“What was that? I thought you were okay with an open set up?”

“I was never okay with it in the first place!”

“Then why’d you agree, huh? I told you up front what I already had set up, Jamie! If you weren’t comfortable with the idea, you shouldn’t have agreed to it in the first place!”

“IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU, RYUJIN!” You explode as you’re unable to control your emotions. “Telling me straight away that you already have an open set-up wasn’t a heads up. It was an ultimatum! I thought I could bear it. The jealousy, the insecurity of you having multiple partners because I was one of them. I thought I could bear it because I had you. Because I was with you. Because of you.” Your voice softens as you get the last part out.

“So what are you saying?” Ryujin starts probing. “Why can’t you handle it anymore, Jamie?”

You stay silent.

“Are you saying that I’m not worth it anymore?” There’s aggression in her voice, but also concern. Insecurity. She’s worried about losing you. Genuinely worried.

You want to reply. You really do. But you have no idea what to say, because you’re not sure what your true feelings are. Not anymore.

“Jamie?”

“I–” words finally start to materialize, “I have to go.” just not the words that Ryujin wanted to hear.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Ryujin says. “This is your apartment, you have nowhere else to go.” She says as she approaches you.

“Don’t!” you shout at her that makes her stop in her tracks. “Just… don’t follow me.” You say as you leave your apartment.

— — —

Ryujin had a point. It was your apartment. You had nowhere else to go. So why on fucking earth did you leave it?

As you sit in a convenience store, sipping on coffee as the rain outside continues to pour, you come to a sensible conclusion:

You’re overly dramatic.

“Not even a single text…” you mutter to yourself as you keep refreshing your chat with Ryujin.

You shouldn’t be too surprised. She barely texts you on a regular basis. But to go silent after a fight? Not even just to check on you? Fuck. 

Back to your current problem, you literally have nowhere to go. All of your teammates were bunked up in the team’s dorms, leaving no extra space for you. You didn’t really know anyone aside from them, Ryujin and the rest of Itzy, so your choices are limited. You go through your contacts, debating who you could turn to for this problem when your gaze gravitates to your newest contact.

Yeji.

You’re crazy to think that this would be a good idea. You just became friends after months of thinking that she hated you. Asking if you could stay the night a few hours later seems like a tall order. But then you take a look around in the convenience store you’re cooped up in. On one end of the bar was an old man that was half asleep, yet somehow burping at the same time. On one of the outside tables was a guy wearing a tinfoil hat talking to himself. At this point, anywhere is better than here. You’re about to text Yeji when a text notification pops up.

Speak of the devil…

“Hey. It’s Yeji. Did you tell Ryujin?”

“Hey. Don’t worry, I have your number saved already. Yes I did.”

“Did she get mad?”

“No.”

“See! I told you!”

“Yeah… Well I did. And I stormed out of my own apartment to prove a point.”

“...”

“Look I know we just became friends, but is there any way I could crash on your couch for the night?”

“I’m actually at my sister’s.”

“Oh.”

“Just house sitting while they’re on vacation. I don’t think they would mind.”

“Are you sure? I’d hate to get you in trouble with your family.”

“It’s fine! I swear! Here’s the address!”

Yeji sends you her sister’s address in the following text. You decide to take a taxi on the way there, but pick up a box of fried chicken first. It’s the least you can do.

— — —

“Hi.” Yeji says as she leans against the door frame.

“Hey.” you reply, “I thought I should at least bring food or something for you since you’re letting me crash on the couch.”

You hand her the box of fried chicken as she lets you in.

“You didn’t have trouble finding the place?” She asks as she sets the chicken down on the coffee table.

“Not really.” you reply, “It also helped that the rain stopped, getting a taxi was a lot easier.”

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch!” Yeji shouts as she rummages through the refrigerator.

You take her up on her offer, settling on the couch while you open the chicken. Yeji finally finds what she was looking for in the fridge, setting down a few bottles of soju and two shot glasses on the coffee table.

“This alright?” she asks you with the bottle in hand, “Don’t have any early plans tomorrow?”

“Nah.” you reply, “I’m guessing you don’t have any too? Considering you might still be hungover by tomorrow.” you tease her.

“I swear people take that clip too seriously.” Yeji whines as she sits down on the couch, “I am not a lightweight! The soju they were serving that day was just really strong.”

“Excuses excuses.” you continue to tease her as you open a bottle and pour a glass for the both of you.

“Enough about me allegedly being lightweight.” Yeji says after taking her first shot, “How did you go from hoping Ryujin won’t get mad at you to you getting mad at her.”

You down your first shot in one gulp, ironically for some clarity. With the soju in your system, you recount to Yeji what happened in your apartment, the center of it all being how you got mad that Ryujin didn’t get jealous.

“So…” Yeji follows up to your story, “you just left? Your own apartment no less?”

“I’m a bit… dramatic.”

“You don’t say.” Yeji chuckles, “Couldn’t have guessed from how you exploded at me this morning.”

“Sorry about that, by the way.” You manage to say before taking another shot of soju.

“It’s fine, Jamie.” Yeji reassures you, “but back to the matter, why did you want Ryujin to get jealous?”

You take your… fourth? Fifth? Shot before you answer. “I thought… I just thought that maybe… maybe she’d get jealous because I’m special.”

“Special?”

“Different. I mean different from the others.” you clarify, “Don’t get me wrong, I know what I got into. I know she has a whole roster of other people that she meets up with. It’s just… I thought— I hoped that she would at least be bothered if someone made a move on me. Even more so if they kissed me.”

“Ryujin isn’t really the type to get jealous, Jamie.”

“I know, I know. Hell, look at her set up.” you both chuckle, “It’s my baggage. Always has been.”

“It’s not baggage, Jamie.”

“But it is, Yeji.” you stop using the shot glass and start drinking straight from a freshly opened bottle. “Fuck— I’ll never be enough for anyone. Not enough for Ryujin. Not even enough for my parents.”

“Parents? Jamie, come on. You don’t mean that. Where’s that coming from?”

“Pains of being the second child, I guess?” you chuckle to yourself. “Especially following an over-achieving older brother and being followed by a dangerously incompetent younger brother. I spent the better half of my childhood having to compete for attention between those two. Though I always seem to lose out in the end. They’re always too busy either celebrating my older brother’s achievements or cleaning up after my younger brother’s stupid mistakes.”

“That must be rough.” Yeji tries to console you, “but Jamie, why go into an open relationship if you know you have issues with competing for attention?”

“Immersion therapy.” you say non-chalantly, earning a confused look from Yeji. “I thought if I faced it… forced myself to live in this fear of mine, that I’d be able to get over it. Clearly it didn’t work.” you joke, “All it did was fuck me up even more, and let me know that I’ll never be enough for anyone. That no one will ever choose me.”

At this point, most people would be in tears already. Unfortunately for you, you’ve made yourself outgrow that. You hang your head back, letting it sink into the couch cushions. Sitting in silence has become your go-to coping mechanism. Though this is the first time you’ve ever done it with someone else to keep you company.

Silence conquers the living room. Neither of you say a word. You assume Yeji is unsure what to say. After the decades worth of trauma you just dumped on her, you would understand why she’s having a hard time finding words. Though, after a few moments, the words that come out of her mouth surprise you.

“Jamie…” Yeji says, a bit slurred. “What if— hic— What if there is someone who will choose you.”

When you turn to face her, you see that she has already drunk half of a freshly opened bottle of soju, along with her face in the shade of bright crimson. Not lightweight my ass is all you can think.

“Yeji, you’re drunk.”

“No I'm not.”

“Your face is redder than a tomato and you’re slurring your words.”

“Okay! Maybe I'm a little— just a tiny bit tipsy, but I’m telling you Jamie. I’m thinking clearly right now.” When you look at her again, you see that she’s inched closer to you on the couch. “I think I’m thinking clearly… about you.”

“Yeji…” you start backing up to the arm rest, “we can’t. We’re both drunk. You might regret this in the morni—” she stops your thought by putting a finger over your lips. Slowly, her hand moves to your cheek.

“No. I won’t regret it.” Yeji says as she crawls over you. “I’m choosing you, Jamie.” 

You don’t get to reply as she captures your lips in a kiss that outdoes the one from that morning. She crawls further on top of you before straddling your lap. Her other hand joins the one at your face, holding your cheeks as she continues to kiss you. Yeji’s sure of herself this time, and she lets you know through her lips. She’s eager. Confident. Taking the lead for now as you continue to wrestle with your conscience.

You’re still in your head, debating whether or not this is right. But then, her words start to echo through your mind:

“I won’t regret it.”

“I’m choosing you, Jamie.”

Maybe it’s the soju running through your own system, but you suddenly find yourself melting into the kiss. Melting into Yeji.

Your hands move on their own, finding the comfort of the dip of her waist. You fully pull her onto your lap as her hands migrate down and wrap around your shoulders. You start kissing her back, slowly dominating her lips as she starts to surrender to your control. 

Soon, you start leaning forward, with Yeji falling into the space between your legs. You keep pushing forward, asserting control, showing dominance, until you have her pinned on the cushions. As the two of you continue to melt into the kiss, her legs wrap around your waist and her fingers start getting tangled in your hair. Your hands finally sneak under her oversized shirt, feeling her lean stomach in your grasp. When she starts tugging your shirt to pull it over your head, your voice of reason comes back to knock, at the very least, some sense into you again.

“Yeji, wait.” you manage to say as you pull away and sit back.

“Jamie, come on…” Yeji whines, thinking that you’re having doubts again.

“No, it’s not that.” you assure her. “It’s just… I don’t think it’s the best idea to do… this in the living room where your baby nephew plays in.”

You see the alcohol subside in Yeji’s eyes in real time as she realizes it too.

“Oh… Yeah. Good point.” she says as she sits up, “I’m staying in the guest room. On the left down the hall.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you there.” You say before you give her a quick kiss. “I’ll just get some water.”

Yeji forms a soft smile before she walks towards her room. You take a moment as you realize what’s about to happen. Your heart’s thumping harder than it should, desperate to break out of your chest. When you take a swig of water, it helps you sober up a bit. You grab another bottle for her before heading to her room.

You’ve barely opened the door before Yeji’s all over you again. Your arms wrap around her, though you’re unable to get a good grip with the bottles in your hand. She pulls you towards the bed, where you manage a moment to put the water bottles on the nightstand. With your hands free, your hands find her waist again, fingers digging into her oversized shirt. Her arms wrap around your shoulders as you start getting into the kiss again.

As quick as Yeji tries to lead the kiss, she starts surrendering control to you just as fast. It’s the biggest difference you’ve noticed between her and Ryujin.

With Ryujin, she wants you to surrender to her whims, both in and out of the bedroom. She doesn’t leave you a choice. She takes control because she wants to. All you can do is give blind devotion.

With Yeji, it’s different. The way she surrenders herself to you, it’s anchored in a new found trust that she’s discovered with you. You can’t help but make sure that you earn that trust. Make sure that she feels good. Make sure that she’s comfortable.

Yeji suddenly pulls away for a split second, which makes you worry that she’s having doubts. Instead, her words let you know of a different anxiety that she’s been harboring.

“Jamie… wait.” she says as she sits up.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s… It’s my first time.”

“Your first time?” your eyes widen with doubt. Also maybe some flashes of anxiety if it’s true. 

“With a girl, dummy!” she punches your shoulder from your insinuation which makes you both chuckle, “I’m not a prude, jeez. I’m– I’m just not sure how—”

“Yeji.” you cut her off by placing a hand on her cheek. Slowly, you slide it down to her chin to direct her gaze towards you. “We can stop if you want to. But trust me. I got you, okay?”

Yeji’s gaze pierces into your eyes. Observing— searching for any faults in your sincerity. She finds none, because you meant every word.

“I– I trust you.” Yeji gives you a meek smile before you lean in to give her a soft kiss.

“Just tell me, okay?” you whisper as you pull away from the quick kiss, “If you like the spot, if you don’t. If you want me to go faster or slower. If you want me to stop, I’ll do it at an instant. You just have to let me know, Yeji. Okay?”

She nods before she pulls you in for a fiery kiss. Your hands find the hem of Yeji’s oversized shirt before hers join in. Together, you pull her top off of her, leaving her only in her shorts. You break away from the kiss, taking a moment to admire her figure. She’s a lot leaner than Ryujin. Softer. You’re almost caught in a trance before you remember your goal.

You lean in and give Yeji a quick parting kiss before you start to traverse down her figure. You plant soft and quick kisses as you go down her body. 

Peppering her jawline. 

Pushing deep into her clavicle. 

On the soft mounds of her chest. 

Over her the smooth illusion of her well-toned abs.

You fight the temptation to take your time, desperate to taste her skin and flesh. Alas, you decide to continue on to your current goal.

You come face to face with Yeji’s shorts, the fabric being the last obstacle to your desired destination. You hold on to the garter as she lifts her hips up, allowing you to slide her bottoms down her legs. You put it aside as you sit on your heels, taking in Yeji’s entirely unexposed beauty for the first time tonight. Her cheeks get even redder compared to when she was tipsy, her shyness showing in full force. To reassure her, you give her a soft kiss on her hand that causes her to smile.

You lean back down, coming face to face with Yeji’s exposed core. Her scent is exhilarating, causing the adrenaline to rush throughout your system, begging you to finally taste her. As much as you want to give in, you know it would be best not to rush her first time. Instead, you decide to ease her in slowly, let her get comfortable and enjoy. There’s an itch inside of you to do more than satisfy her, and you know in order to do that you would need to pace yourself. 

To start off, you plant quick soft and exploratory kisses on her thighs. You take your time, feeling her softness on your lips. Sucking on her flesh, making her moan and coo. Tasting her skin as your tongue darts and flattens against her. You jump from either thigh, working your way up from her knees. Each time you inch close, her eyes widen in anticipation. She watches your every move. Each lick. Each kiss. You can feel her breath hitch. What may plainly be edging and teasing for you could be torture for her. So, you move on.

You finally reach your main goal of Yeji’s exposed core, taking a second to appreciate it, looking in awe. Her scent fills your nostrils again, nearly making you go feral. It’s a good thing your self-control is strong. You don’t make contact at first. Nothing at all. You ghost her pink folds with your lips, separated only by microns. Instead, you let the warmth of your breath linger on her skin and flesh. You give her a few passes. Up and down. Left to right. The sensation has her shudder in your grasp. Her head falls back against the mattress in anguish, desperate to feel your touch. It takes only a few more passes before she finally breaks.

“Jamie…” Yeji whispers.

You look up to match her gaze. You can already see it in her eyes, but she says it anyway.

“T—touch me. Please.” 

Who were you to deny her plea?

You flatten her tongue just above her puckered hole. Slowly, you drag it up, separating her folds and getting a taste of her inner walls. You continue dragging your tongue up before your nose brushes her inflamed clit, followed by your tongue lapping at it as well. In that singular lick, a long and dragged out moan rips from Yeji’s throat. She sinks into the plush of the mattress after her body tenses and arches from your first touch. She could tell that somehow one lick from you was enough to get her close. But she isn’t the only one left in awe.

Her taste.

Holy fuck, her taste.

You’ve been agnostic ever since your local priest decided to go on a hateful tirade against LGTBQ+ people in a random homily, but now you’re sure God exists because only a higher being could have created someone as perfect as her.

Who knew having sex with another woman would start your path back towards religion? The irony of it all.

You want more of her taste. Desperate to get in your mouth. Dying to have it spill out and stain your lips, cheeks and chin. You want more of her nectar, but the only way to do so was to bring her to nirvana.

So you do.

You grip her thighs hard, opening her up to give yourself more space. Yeji shrieks in surprise, but it immediately gets replaced by moans as you start eating her out. 

“Oh god… Jamie—”

Your tongue flattens even more, spreading her outer folds even farther. 

“Oh— Right there!”

Your tongue pierces deeper, causing her to moan. You get a taste of her inner walls, claiming her arousal directly from the source.

“Fuck… Jamie— JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAT!”

You focus on her clit, your mouth forming a seal as you suck and lick at her button. Her hands are restless, going from gripping fistfuls of the bed sheets underneath her to her fingers getting tangled in your hair. Her hands push you deeper into her core. You continue lapping at her. Hungry for her pleasure and arousal. Eager to get her to her peak. Her thighs are already fighting your grip, desperate to snap around your head and keep you in place. It only takes a few more moments, just a few more laps at her core before–

“Oh fuck! Jamie… I’m close! I’m close! I’m—”

Yeji shrieks as her first orgasm of the night washes over her. You feel her walls start to spasm and contract around your tongue as her juices start flooding your mouth. Her body tenses up , back arching away from the bed, before she sits up and folds into herself. Her moans fill the room as she grinds her hips towards your face, working together with her hands to push you deeper into her. Her thighs break free from your grips, snapping shut around your head, nearly stopping the circulation of your blood to your brain.

Throughout her climax, you continue to eat out and lap at Yeji, desperately trying to prolong her high. You want more of her nectar, eager to have her fill your mouth and stamp her taste into your mind. If that wasn’t enough, the symphony of moans, curses, and your name escaping her mouth urges you to keep going. Your nose keeps brushing against her clit as her hips continue to grind towards your face. You’re afraid that you may have set the bar too high, but there was a little voice inside your head that said you’d be damned to ever let anyone try to reach it. 

Eventually, Yeji starts to come down from her peak. Her body softens, sinking into the mattress. Her hips ease to halt, hands and thighs following suit, releasing you from a prison you didn’t mind being trapped in. Her moans slowly die down, leaving the room silent, aside from her labored breaths. When you pull away, you notice the stain on the sheets after she soaked them. You lean back onto her body, trailing kisses up her figure, leaving wet marks with your lips still coated in her arousal. You fight the temptations of taking your time with her mounds, you’ll save that for later. You trail a lick up her neck and along her jawline, capturing the beads of sweat that formed on her skin. Finally, you reach her mouth again, slightly ajar, inviting your lips and tongue. You accept the invitation, your lips finding hers, tongues breaching and dancing, letting her taste her arousal in your mouth, on your lips and tongue. With what little strength she has left, her hands find your cheeks, pulling your face in even deeper into the kiss. You get lost– the both of you do, into the kiss. If you could, you’d have this moment last forever. It feels so right.

So… perfect.

Unfortunately, this forever has an end. The both of you pull away from the kiss, with soft smiles forming on your lips. Your gazes are attracted to each other in the silence, that is until you break it.

“Hi.” you whisper towards Yeji.

“Hi.” she whispers back.

The silly exchange gets you both to chuckle. 

“Are you alright?” you ask in a whisper close to her ear.

“Amazing.” she manages to answer in between pants, “I– I don’t think any of the guys I’ve been with made me cum that hard.” 

“It’s different when your partner knows her way around.” you joke, “Though, I hope you don’t think we’re already finished. We’re not done just yet.” you say with a smirk.

Yeji’s lips form a smile in reply to yours before you crash your lips into hers again. You share a fiery and passionate lip lock as your hand ghosts a path down her figure, finding her core once again. 

Like before, you decide to tease her a bit. Massaging her thighs, getting just close enough to her folds without actually touching it. Her hands reach for your wrist, trying hard to pull you closer to her wish, yet you overpower her anyway. When you feel like you’ve built her up enough again, you finally give in to her wish, letting your knuckles brush against her clit. Her moan escapes into your mouth, with her unwilling to break from the kiss. You play with her hardened pearl in your fingers. Pinching it. Tugging on it. Rolling it between your fingers. It gets Yeji restless in your hold, her body squirming as your other arm digs underneath her and wraps around her. She eventually calms down when you relent from her clit, but her pause only lasts for a moment.

“OH FUCK!”

Yeji screams in pleasure the second one of your fingers enters her cunt. Her mouth relents from the kiss, in need of more oxygen and being unable to hold back her moans. You give her a few slow pumps before you add a second.

“Oh god… Jamie… feels so good…”

You continue pumping in and out of her. A slow and steady pace, making sure she feels each time you’re knuckle deep inside of her. Moans continue to flow out of her mouth, filling the room with a symphony of your liking. After a few more pumps, you decide to up the ante. Not only do you start pumping into her even faster, you start curling your fingers inside of Yeji. Hitting the right spot, rubbing her inner walls. She groans from the new sensation, even more so when your thumb finds her clit again, playing with her love button as your digits continue working inside of her.

“Holy shit… just like that, Jamie– PLEASE! Just like that!”

Your mouth was hungry for Yeji’s, but it was relentless for finding a temporary replacement. Your lips gravitate to her neck, latching on and sucking on her skin, marking her for yourself. You lap at the beads of sweat forming on her shoulder and pooling in her clavicle, tasting the other fruits of your labor. You crane your neck, finally giving her soft mounds the attention they deserve. You kiss the flesh of her chest, capturing her nipple in between your lips. Your tongue flattens and flicks against her erect nub, making her moan even louder. 

You can feel it. Yeji’s close. It won’t be long now. Just a few more pumps, the right pressure on her clit, just the right sensation to push her over the edge. You push in deep one more time, curling your fingers that hits her most sensitive spot. It’s the moment when you make contact that drives her over the edge.

“Oh god! Jamie! Fuck— I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Yeji cries out in pleasure as you bring her to climax for the final time that night. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as you latch on to her hardened nipple once again. Her entire body tenses up as you continue to pump into her through her high. Her hands cling to anything they can grab on to help her through her high. The bedsheets, your forearm. Her fingers dig deep as she rides out her peak. Her hips buck against your hand, desperately trying to match your efforts in prolonging her high. Pulses of her juices start to gush out of her folds, soaking your hand and the sheets underneath her. You latch off from her hardened peak, giving a few kisses to her mounds before your mouth finds hers again. You swallow all her moans as your tongue laps against hers. It’s been a while since you’ve been the top or dom, especially since you’ve been Ryujin, but seeing how much pleasure you managed to give Yeji, you have an itching feeling you could get addicted.

Yeji eventually comes down from her high. Her body softens, sinking into the mattress. Her hips calm down to a halt. You relent from the kiss, no matter how hard it may be to do, to let her take in more much needed oxygen. Her mouth forms a soft smile as her half-lidded eyes gravitate towards you. You can’t help but form your own in reply. 

“You alright?” you whisper to her.

“Yeah.” she manages to answer through her labored breath, “That was… something else.”

“If it was too much, just tell me.” you reply with concern, “I can tone it down–”

“No!” her reaction shocks you, “The intensity… It’s different from what I experienced with guys. I– I think I like it. I think I love it.” she says with a toothy grin.

It’s the same toothy grin that gets you to lean in and kiss Yeji again. Still deep. Still passionate. Just more tame this time. When you both part, bright smiles still adorn your faces. You lie down beside her, she turns her body towards you. Your arms wrap around her to pull her in for a hug as you both feel the fatigue finally start to take over.

Yeji’s eyes start to flutter closed, her breathing and heartbeat slowing down in rest. You lean into her forehead and give her one last kiss goodnight before you rest yours on hers. In the silence of the room, you whisper one last message to her:

“Thank you, Yeji.”

A soft smile forms on her face as she succumbs to the sandman’s pull. You hold her tighter in your embrace, keeping her close as you feel yourself start to lose consciousness as well.

You’re not aloof. You know what this night means, or rather the questions that've been brought up.

Are you still with Ryujin?

Will Yeji be your first partner in this little polygamous set-up that you have?

As much as they try to cloud your tired thoughts, Yeji’s warmth brings you reprieve to deal with them for another day.

For now, you’ll just enjoy this.

Yeji’s warmth as she rests in your embrace, and the feeling that she gave you.

The feeling that you’re more than enough.

-To be continued.