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Chaeryeong has always thought that Ryujin was pretty. It’s a thought she’s had ever since the first day they met, back in that dingy practice room at the old company’s basement. Ryujin was different from the rest of the trainees. She had this boyish charm about her, unapologetically social and charismatic, but she was pretty in an unassuming way. She didn’t instantly turn heads back then, but once she had your attention, it was impossible to leave her orbit.

Ryujin is a perfect mix of pretty and handsome. It’s a balance to her that Chaeryeong thinks is often overlooked. It’s no secret that Chaeryeong finds Ryujin attractive...they’ve been dating for a while now. Plus, it would take a rather misguided person to claim that Ryujin wasn’t. Ryujin’s handsomeness is unlike Yeji’s, who’s made of sharp angles and striking visuals. Ryujin’s are softer and rounder, but she exudes a sense of calmness and serenity that Chaeryeong adores. 

She’s certain that she stumbled into Ryujin’s orbit before she understood its pull. It was easy to fall for her ambition, that fierce and unrelenting determination to make a name for herself. Chaeryeong wanted so deeply to do the same that finding a companion in that journey was a godsend. It probably was Ryujin’s magnetic charm that drew her in initially. There was a level of attraction that she couldn’t deny, but she thought of it more as an attraction to Ryujin’s energy, her ideas, her thoughts and creativity hiding inside the depths of her mind. 

But that wasn’t what kept her attention. 

It’s difficult to pin Ryujin down to a singular word or description. 

The boyish, mischievous air that defined the early years of Ryujin’s career slowly faded into the background. It didn’t disappear, not quite, it showed itself once in a while — whenever she got into her playful moods. But she’s leaned into her feminine side a lot more these days, maturing in a way that carried with it an elegance that wasn’t yet polished when she was younger.

One could say that she’s sitting somewhere in between two sides, pretty and handsome, masculine and feminine. Chaeryeong doesn’t really like to think of Ryujin in that way, it’s too constricting and aimless to describe someone as determined and passionate as Ryujin. 

Instead, she exists in her own category, not defined by any singular thing, not by any one, not even Chaeryeong. Maybe that’s what shocked her so much when Ryujin compared herself to Yeji just a few days ago, quietly admitting something that must have weighed on her. In her mind, there was no reasonable way to compare Ryujin to anyone else. She’s simply Ryujin, perfect imperfections and all. Someone she wouldn’t mind spending an eternity learning about and loving.

Today is simply another example of how much more there is to learn and discover.

“She’s so pretty.” Chaeryeong stares at her phone screen, unblinking, in pure and utter awe. She wordlessly flips her phone around to show Yeji, whose jaw drops so abruptly, Chaeryeong swears it popped. Her thumb hovers over the screen. “How is she so pretty?”

She’s spent more than half of her life around Ryujin. She’s seen Ryujin all dolled up countless times in the past, but this is something else. 

It’s an elegant, short, backless dress. It’s simple enough that it draws one’s attention towards Ryujin’s beautiful face, while the puffy ruffles at the end accentuate her lean, slender legs. Her long red hair, styled half up and half down, gave her this timeless, regal look, further enhanced by the brand’s pink gold jewellery line that she was wearing. 

Chaeryeong can’t tear her eyes away from the screen. She’s not sure she even wants to. Ryujin left the house this morning sporting her favourite hoodie and Chaeryeong’s navy blue baseball cap. She managed to sneak a quick kiss in and readjust her cap before Ryujin left, but seeing her love, now dressed on the opposite side of her usual fashion choice, delivering some of the prettiest press wall photos ever. 

It’s nothing short of breathtaking. 

She loves that Ryujin is a chameleon when it comes to fashion and styling. She manages to take each style and create her own. Her strong sense of self and individuality shines through without her having to force it. Every outfit, photoshoot or magazine cover carries a part that is so distinctly Ryujin. 

Chaeryeong scrolls to another post, finding a series of photo wall shots and Ryujin doing their signature hand crown pose, which she always thought more resembled a deer when paired with Ryujin’s beautiful doe-like eyes. 

She scrolls, and it’s a video this time. She takes a sharp inhale. It’s one taken from the side, maybe from a fan or a magazine. It doesn’t matter; what matters is Ryujin.

Ryujin, perched on top of a white counter stool, hands stretched out in front, leaning against the table. Her eyes trace along the curve of her spine, and she feels the heat skyrocketing up her neck, until she ends her journey with a shy glimpse of Ryujin’s thighs. Her hand itches to trace the curve, to rest her hands on that arch in her lower back, to bask in the warm, melted chocolate scent that would surely follow.  

It isn’t a stretch to say that Yeji’s been obsessed over the very same arch, that’s causing her hand to cramp and tense up. She always manages to find a way to slot herself there, marking her steady presence. That’s not even counting the number of times she’s walked in on Yeji all nestled up behind Ryujin, arms around her waist, resting her head on her shoulder while pulling Ryujin flush with her. 

She understands the obsession. She knows what it’s like to be hooked on Ryujin, but there has to be something more to it. 

Something about the curve, the arch in her back, has Yeji scrambling to get on her knees. 

She needs to see it with her own eyes. She needs to cause the arch and feel how Ryujin responds to her touch. She needs Ryujin to call her name out brokenly like how she does with Yeji. She needs Ryujin. 

Chaeryeong blurts out, “I have an idea.” 

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Chaeryeong would like the records to reflect that she did not immediately pounce on Ryujin when she got home. She was classy. Her girl just came back from work, and the last thing she needed was to be overwhelmed by Chaeryeong being impatient. (It did help that Ryujin was currently engulfed in a comfy oversized hoodie that hid at least the top half of her body, but she knew there was no guarantee of her or Yeji’s self-control when Ryujin eventually takes it off.)

She hugs Ryujin tightly and mumbles against her shoulder, “Welcome home.” She pecks her cheek before passing her over to Yeji, who immediately greets her with a quick but firm kiss on the lips. Ryujin yelps at the surprise kiss but quickly relaxes into her. Yeji pulls back with a toothy grin, and Chaeryeong can already sense the waves of cinnamon rolling off of her; she’s so impatient it’s almost comical. 

Chaeryeong slides her hand gently on Ryujin’s hip and confesses, “You look really pretty today. I didn’t know they had a dress like this planned for you.” 

The pink hue that rises on Ryujin’s cheekbones is by far the cutest thing she’s seen today. Her maroon red hair is even more vibrant up close, rivalling her uncontested title of ‘princess’. She wouldn’t mind sharing, not when it’s Ryujin.

Chaeryeong carries on complimenting her, eager to sing her praises like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She cradles her cheek and says, “I thought the photos were pretty, but nothing compares to the real deal.”

It’s not often that Ryujin is the centre of attention, she tends to get shy and shrink away from it. Chaeryeong intends to change that today, but she has to ease it slowly, patiently. Yeji takes her lead and nestles her hand by Chaeryeong’s, interlacing the tips of their fingers together as they rest on Ryujin’s hip. The touch sends a little shiver through Ryujin that Chaeryeong catches with a tiny smirk. Yeji hums, “You absolutely stole the show.”

Whenever Ryujin gets all dolled up for an event, she carries a particular air around her, kind of like that elegance she’s recently gotten more familiar with. She has to play her cards right. If she’s too quick to show how impatient she is to get Ryujin under her, this delicate air will be lost. 

“How was the event?” Chaeryeong asks softly.

Ryujin leans into her touch, saying that it was nice, not too hectic, just a straightforward brand endorsement and that she was happy she was able to pull off the jewellery and vibe the brand wanted. Chaeryeong can’t resist a quick cheek kiss at the adorable smile.

“I loved all the pictures and videos.” She says, “You were incredible.”

Ryujin chuckles and relaxes even more into her, and Chaeryeong smiles, perfect, now for the fun part. She toys with the zipper slowly and deliberately lets her cherry scent flow into their space, testing the waters, “Ryujinnie.” 

“Now that you’re home, away from prying eyes.” Chaeryeong gently takes the metal zipper. “Can we take this off?”

She keeps a light smile, she knows that the dress is a layer of fabric away, but seeing the dress itself isn’t the point. Ryujin nods easily, and Chaeryeong follows, keeping it slow and steady, peeling the hoodie back while she keeps the cherry scent flowing. She gulps when the heavy fabric falls off her shoulders. 

It shouldn’t surprise her how beautiful Ryujin is. She sees her every day, whether she’s in the baggiest clothes imaginable or nothing at all. She’s intimately familiar with every groove and curve of her body. She has shown her appreciation for them at every opportunity. She has kissed every single perfect imperfection over and over again, and yet, Ryujin still blows her away.

The black dress is completely and utterly made for Ryujin. It flaunts her lithe, hourglass figure flawlessly, the sleek black sculpted around her slender waist. The flowy, puffy end cuts off shorter than expected, showing off her strong thighs and graceful legs. 

Chaeryeong stares shamelessly, “Wow.” She vaguely registers Yeji’s similarly stunned state before she’s brought back by Ryujin’s shy voice, her hands folding across her front awkwardly, accompanied by a quiet and embarrassed, “Stop.”

Chaeryeong pecks her cheek, and gently pries Ryujin’s hands away from covering herself and throws them around her shoulders. She says, “You’re so beautiful, Ryujin.”

“I don’t say that enough.” She realises and sighs, feeling a little guilty, “I love how charming and handsome you are when you’re just being you, but, god, I love how pretty you are when you’re dressed up too.” She sighs, “You’re breathtaking.”

Ryujin blushes and pulls her in, a wordless thank you captured between melting lips. Yeji nestles herself behind Ryujin and plants a kiss on her shoulder, careful not to overcrowd her. But Ryujin readily tilts her head to the side and encourages her to get closer. Yeji leaves a gentle press under her ear before nestling in deeper. She makes a mental note to up the amount of compliments she gives Ryujin if she gets this adorable from a sentence or two.

She traces a small pattern on her hip and says, “We couldn’t stop thinking about you earlier.” 

Yeji’s hands continue up Ryujin’s back while her lips stay rooted by her shoulder, voice dancing between calming and sultry, “There was this one clip, you were sitting so prettily, hands on the table, back slightly arched, and a perfect smile.” She flattens a hand over Ryujin’s navel and teases, “Felt familiar?” 

Ryujin nods and tightens her hold around her shoulder, that pink hue steadily taking on a darker rosy tint. 

“It…reminded me of something.” Yeji draws her hand back to rest on her hips while Chaeryeong pulls her closer and soaks in the subtle hitch in her breathing. She spreads her hands up and across Ryujin’s back, feeling the edge of her dress, god, it went even lower than she thought. She fans out to feel her warm, soft and silky smooth skin, and Ryujin sighs into her shoulder, sinking into her arms further when she asks, “Need some help getting this off?”

Is she incredibly and unbelievably horny? Yes. 

Does she still think that it’s important to ask if Ryujin’s in the mood, even though they already know the steps to this tango, and the mood is clearly heading in that direction? Yes.

Ryujin utters a breathless “yes, please” against her ear and takes a nervous gulp. Chaeryeong sends Yeji a look that teeters on the edge of a glare, a silent ask to be patient and not to accidentally shatter the tentative moment. Yeji gulps, and Chaeryeong softens her gaze quickly by throwing in a subtle wink. She just wants to make sure. If they do this right, it’ll be more than a memorable night.

Chaeryeong helps her slip the dress off one arm and then the other, peeling it back slowly and carefully, as Yeji’s lips make their way to each inch of skin that’s uncovered. Ryujin takes a shaky breath when she carefully undoes the strapless bra, which is instantly replaced by Yeji gently cupping them in the palm of her hands and brushing the sensitive buds into perky ones.

Chaeryeong works her way down meticulously, getting down on her knees to help Ryujin step out of the puddle the dress creates. She glances up at Ryujin from her spot and feels hot all over at the way her chocolate spikes and her eyes darken. She’ll make sure they get around to this later in the night. Ryujin rarely ever explicitly states that she wants something from her, so wherever she can pick up on Ryujin’s needs, she’ll do everything to cater to them.

She leaves a quick kiss on her thighs before getting up to sort the dress out. Ryujin instantly helps her up with a steady hand, ever the gentle soul. Chaeryeong pecks her lips quickly before hanging the dress over the armrest of the couch.

Yeji doesn’t waste a single second and takes over where Chaeryeong left off, nestling her hands firmly on the back of Ryujin’s thigh as she brings herself closer to press a kiss to her inner thigh, tracing a line of kisses up to the edge of her boxers. Chaeryeong manages to sneak her hand across Ryujin’s back just in time to catch her when she stumbles. 

“Can we take this to the bedroom, baby?” She asks, making sure to keep the final decision in Ryujin’s hands. She’d be equally happy to end up just cuddling for the night if Ryujin changes her mind.

“Please.” Ryujin whispers. Yeji springs onto her feet and brings Ryujin’s hands up to her lips before placing them over her shoulders. 

She puts on her classic, charming smile, which Chaeryeong admits is extra effective paired with her new, even shorter, shaggier hair. “We can’t just have our star walk there, now, can we?” 

Ryujin rolls her eyes playfully at Yeji’s offer but tightens her grip around her nonetheless and mumbles, “You’re so annoying.” 

Yeji catches her effortlessly when she hops up, hands curled under her thighs securely, pouting, “Me?” Ryujin rolls her eyes but leans in to kiss her pout away before tucking herself into her shoulder. “Such a show off.”

Yeji throws Chaeryeong a cheeky wink and leads them to the bedroom, setting Ryujin down on the bed before she pulls back and waits for Chaeryeong’s next step. She pulls Yeji into a soft kiss, a subtle, unspoken praise pressed against her lips. There’s one more thing she needs to check in on before they truly indulge themselves.

“Can you grab some extra lube and towels for us?” She asks, brushing against Yeji’s forearm and leaning to whisper, “Just need a few minutes.” Yeji tilts her head slightly into a confused nod but does as she’s told. She plants a kiss on Ryujin’s temple before heading off on her fetch quest. 

The conversation she and Ryujin shared in the bathtub a few mornings ago didn’t go over her head. She knew there was more to it, and she’s mindful not to let that fester, but she knows Ryujin even better. She needs the time to think and process things on her own before opening up. No amount of rushing or forcing would do any good for them. She doesn’t respond well to being forced to confront her emotions, and Chaeryeong certainly doesn’t want to backpedal now that the ball’s rolling on that front. 

In the meantime, she’ll monitor when and where she can aid in that journey. 

One of the things that always helps and she’s, self-admittedly, quite proficient at is showing Ryujin how much she cherishes and adores every aspect about her. Who doesn’t like being cared for and loved? 

She takes her t-shirt off and motions for Ryujin to wear it while she grabs another from the dresser nearby. She’d rather take it off of her again later than have Ryujin feel so exposed and vulnerable as they talk. Ryujin frowns but follows when Chaeryeong insists.

“Yeji and I were talking earlier.” Chaeryeong starts, “And I remembered that we have this.” She reaches into their drawer and pulls out the strap that Yeji bought them a while ago. 

A pastel blue one, textured and slightly curved with a flared base at the end that slots into its matching harness. Ryujin’s gaze jumps between the strap and her eyes before she visibly shivers. 

Ok. One step at a time. She sets the toy down and sits down next to her, pushing the toy back away from their direct line of sight. “I know this isn’t typical for most couples like us, but I want to try this with you.” 

They’ve never been a standard couple, even before Yeji came along. It had never been as rigid as them conforming to their alpha and omega roles, but their ‘roles’ per se were more defined.

Chaeryeong pulls Ryujin’s hand onto her lap. “I’ve never felt pressured to act a certain way around you. You’re always looking out for me.” Ryujin threads their hands together as Chaeryeong takes a second to breathe, “There’s no one like you. You’ve never seen me as just an omega, you’ve treated me with so much love, respect and care. I don’t take any of that for granted.” 

“Sex is an important part of our relationship. You've been so adamant about giving me and Yeji the space to try and explore things.” She brings the back of Ryujin’s hand up to her lips gingerly, “We’ve bought that for a while now, and it’s my turn to make you feel good, to put you first when you forget to do the same sometimes.” She cradles Ryujin’s cheek, “You’re so special to me.”

“You’re my alpha.” Chaeryeong smiles, it feels as good to say that as it did the first time, all those months back. “My Ryujin. It’s my turn to satisfy you, to show you how much I love everything about you.”

Ryujin leans into the cup of her palm, her perfect doe eyes glistening under their dim bedroom lights, those dark brown orbs that Chaeryeong swears hold the unwritten secrets to the universe, something she will forever keep close to her heart. She must have accomplished some miraculous feat in another life to have Ryujin willingly let down her walls and grant Chaeryeong the privilege of seeing her vulnerabilities. 

Ryujin cups the back of her hand with her own, “I’d like that.” Chaeryeong smiles, and the corner of her lips quirk up, “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Ryujin says, quiet, soft and honest. “I needed that.”

Ryujin tugs her into her lap, and Chaeryeong wraps her arms tightly around her waist as they gravitate into a slow, almost molasses-like kiss. When they reluctantly part for air, Ryujin quickly maps her way down her neck, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses where her lips can get to as she openly takes in her scent. 

Chaeryeong doesn’t stop the moan that trickles out when Ryujin latches onto a particularly sensitive spot and sucks a little harder. She shudders as the heat shoots down her spine, but she musters up just enough control to pull back and says, “Let me go get Yeji.” 

Between Chaeryeong hopping off of Ryujin and sliding on her slippers, a gentle knock comes, and Yeji pokes her head through, grumbling, “Took a bit longer to find the new bottle.”

Chaeryeong offers her a hand and places everything at the end of the bed. Yeji does a not-so-subtle glance between the strap lying on the bed and them. Ryujin plays with the hem of Yeji’s open flannel shirt and shakes her head, “I still can’t believe you actually bought that for us.” Yeji chuckles and shrugs. “Someone had to.” 

Ryujin brushes her cheek slowly with her thumb, and Yeji nudges into the cup of her palm, and Ryujin gently scratches the little spot at the back of her head with her fingertips. She smiles when Yeji closes her eyes and melts in her hands. She whispers, “Thank you, baby.”

It all instantly feels more real now that Chaeryeong knows that this is happening. The toy feels so foreign in her hands. It’s not just her lust driven brain buzzing from how hot Ryujin looked in that dress, or how she’s even more stunning up close, just a few inches away from her. She’s really doing this, and more importantly, Ryujin wants her to.

There’s a slot for the strap, but why are there two loops? Where do her legs go? She clears her throat awkwardly as she fiddles with the harness. “How do I put this on?”

Ryujin shuffles closer without hesitating. She brings Chaeryeong’s hands to rest on her shoulders, asking her to hold on tightly as she slides her underwear down. She presses a soft, fleeting kiss to her stomach before she guides the harness through her legs and pulls it up to sit snugly on her hips. “There.” 

Ryujin nips on her bottom teeth and wraps her hand around the strap before pushing it down, sending the right jolt of pressure against her clit. Chaeryeong gasps, taken aback by the feeling. 

This might be even more fun than she thought.

She pulls Ryujin up and hooks onto the end of her shirt, “Off.” Ryujin obeys immediately and carefully slips out of it, mindful not to ruin it in her haste. She makes her way down Ryujin’s body with a renewed hunger, leaving kiss after kiss with every inch exposed, sinking to her knees. Ryujin threads her hands into her hair gently when Chaeryeong returns the kiss to her stomach. 

Chaeryeong’s put in the hours, taken the time to appreciate and love every inch of Ryujin’s body. Every inch of her body is sculpted with love. She knows about the scars on her knees from scraping them as a kid, the birthmark hiding on her arm, the small cluster of moles on her back that Chaeryeong traces like a constellation she’d search for in the night sky. Her soft and silky smooth skin begs to be kissed and touched, the fine lines of muscle, tensing and relaxing as she moves and breathes. The curve of her back, her hips, her ass… everything.

She spreads her hand across Ryujin’s hips. She could glide her hands over and over again over those perfect curved lines without ever getting bored. She whispers, “You’re so sexy.”

Yeji guides her hand down to rest on Ryujin’s lower back and flashes a lazy, handsome smirk, “Wait till you see how her pretty back arches.” 

“Yeji.” Ryujin whines, a little embarrassed. Yeji traces down the column of her spine, and Ryujin whines even louder when she kneads a handful. 

Chaeryeong is used to how quickly Yeji switches modes, those sharp feline eyes honing in on her target, her dark brown eyes tinted with a shade of red that demands attention. She can’t help but gulp when Yeji rasps, “You’ll love it.”

She dips her fingers past the waistband of her boxers and slides them off, tossing them aside into the small pile gathering by the bed. She curls a hand around Ryujin, who grips onto the sheets to hold herself upright when she passes a tight fist down, dragging out a throaty moan.

“That’s it, Ryujinnie.” Yeji coos and takes over as Chaeryeong settles between her legs. She leans to tug Ryujin’s earlobe between her teeth before letting go and patting her side, “On your stomach, pretty.” 

Chaeryeong slowly guides herself closer, the toy grazes past Ryujin’s thighs while trying to get a feel for how to move and use the strap. Ryujin lets off a wave of chocolate that manages to pluck the threads of anxiety hanging around. She lathers the strap up with the lube Yeji hands her and gets one final nod of encouragement before she lines herself up and sinks in.

“Fuck.” Ryujin gasps, low and breathy. The reaction is instant. Something about the gruff quality in Ryujin’s voice scratches an itch in Chaeryeong’s brain. She readjusts and moans quietly at the feedback the strap gives, a hint of friction from the silicon base rubbing against her clit. That’s definitely something new to get used to. 

She feeds another inch in, eager to hear another gasp tumble out again. “How’s that?” Ryujin quickly nods, “Good, so good.” She pushes back into her, and Chaeryeong moans shamelessly at the pressure again. 

“She takes it so well, Yeji-unnie.” She hums, this is obviously a bit more to take on Ryujin’s side, but the pressure on her clit is too good to ignore. Yeji’s eyes shine with a dangerous edge as she smirks and nods, running her hand up and down the outside of Ryujin’s thigh, “Doesn’t she?” 

Yeji sneaks a hand between her thighs and urges Ryujin to open up more, dragging out a whimper when Chaeryeong pushes even deeper in. “That’s it.” She hums, leaning to leave a featherlight kiss against Ryujin’s temple. “I know you can take it.” 

Chaeryeong can’t tell whether she or Ryujin shiver first. She clearly underestimated how hot she’d find this, and Yeji is not making it any easier. Ryujin’s head falls against the pillow with a heavy sigh. “Fuck.” 

She has always thought of herself as a diligent student when it comes to learning, this was no exception. She’s determined to learn more about the love of her life and unpack another new way of disassembling her.

Ryujin sends a shy smile over her shoulder when she settles into a steady pace. It feels different from anything they’ve dabbled in the past. Ryujin is so…pliant under her touch, so responsive to her every move. Gentle hums and breathless moans to let Chaeryeong know how she’s doing, so unendingly patient as she learns and readjusts. 

“Ryeong, try rolling your hips.” Yeji instructs encouragingly. Chaeryeong looks up, and her pace falters, but it’s not because she doesn’t understand what Yeji’s saying. Instead, it’s something far, far worse. Yeji must have been more worked up earlier than she thought. Her flannel has slipped down her shoulders, revealing a thin black tank that leaves barely anything to the imagination, the perfect slope of her neck on display. She hadn’t even bothered to strip down properly, she’d just fed herself through the window at the front of her boxers and started getting busy.

Yeji pauses when Chaeryeong’s pace falters, and the subtle growl that rumbles as her tip grows an angry shade of red from being denied. It makes her jaw ache at how badly she wants to take care of that for Yeji. She leisurely rubs her thumb over her tip as she says, “It’ll feel smoother and more natural for you.”

Ryujin yelps when Chaeryeong takes the feedback in, “Fuck.” 

She keeps a hand loosely resting on the side of Ryujin’s hip and asks, “Is that better?” 

She glances at Yeji, who nods and starts matching the same rhythm, red aching tip looking like it’s a kiss away from bursting, just begging for some attention. She can feel the mess gathering at the base of the silicon each time she rolls her hips. No one ever told her she’d get a kick out of using a strap too.

She tightens her grip on Ryujin’s hip and recenters on her. The sooner she melts her, the sooner she can take care of Yeji (and herself) too. She brings her hips down again and again, soaking in every little piece of feedback she can get. She knows she’s hit the spot when Ryujin fists her hands into the sheets and muffles a loud moan into the pillow.

She leans into the chocolate scent that she still finds herself completely enamoured by. It has never been the most overpowering scent, unlike other alpha’s scents that overpower. Ryujin’s chocolate has always been more gentle. It lures you in with its mellow but mysterious allure and keeps you captivated long after the initial effect has worn off, a perfect reflection of Ryujin. It’s something Chaeryeong has only grown more and more fascinated by as each day passes. It’s lighter and sweeter today, like she’s asking to be loved and pampered. 

“So this was what it took?” Ryujin says after a particularly sharp thrust and cuts through her thoughts, “A short backless dress, for you to cave and fuck me?”

Oh. If Ryujin is gonna play this game with her, she’s more than happy to take the bait. Chaeryeong flattens her hand across the middle of her back, admiring the sculpted lines shifting and relaxing under her touch, before she pushes her down against the mattress and grinds her hips down until she’s perfectly flush against Ryujin, dragging out a broken moan that sounds like pure perfection to her ears. She asks, “And how’s that feeling?”

Ryujin moans breathlessly, happily, her voice muffled by the pillow. “So good.” 

Chaeryeong drags each inch out slowly, the tip of the strap barely still lodged in, just about to fall out and says, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

She expects Ryujin to repeat it louder, to say something snarky back, or even beg for Chaeryeong to stop teasing, knowing full well that she heard her.

She never expected Ryujin to shamelessly push her hips back and sink herself back onto the strap. 

Chaeryeong can only manage to stare as Ryujin greedily takes inch after inch. She fists her hands into the sheets, whimpering when she manages to get close to bottoming out by herself. Each time she pushes back, she causes the base of the strap to press against her clit and it sends little jolts of pleasure that Chaeryeong feels seep deep into her bones. She tuts, admiring the effort that she’s putting in. “Ryujinnie.”

She meets Ryujin with a heavy thrust that ends up causing both of them to moan at the feeling. She’s so wet, it’s almost embarrassing, but she can’t help it, Ryujin’s too hot, chasing after her wants and needs for a change. She wonders just how tight Ryujin gets, whether she’s this greedy when she’s with Yeji, or if she’s even greedier because she knows that Yeji can and will fill her up.

Yeji’s quiet growl and cascade of curses cut through, and Chaeryeong snaps up to see their alpha spilling rope after rope of white into her fist. She gulps, she’ll make sure Yeji gets her due after, however she wants it. 

She drapes herself over Ryujin and nips at her earlobe, settling into a slow grind as she tilts Ryujin’s chin up, “Look at what you did.”

Yeji’s wasted load drips down her length as her hooded eyes flutter shut. “Getting Yeji all riled up from taking my strap.” She says, nestling herself even deeper. “Thinking about having all that inside you?”

Ryujin groans, pouting as she reluctantly nods. Yeji huffs a short laugh, grabbing a towel. Chaeryeong smirks, “If you wanted it this badly, you could have just asked, Ryujinnie.”

Ryujin shakes her head gently and says, “It's better this way.” She pushes her hips back again, and Chaeryeong moans at the pressure it sends to her core. “Needed you to want to fuck me.”

She presses her lips against Ryujin’s neck, right where she’s dreamt of sinking her teeth into and says, “I’ll always want you.”

She sets her hands back on Ryujin’s hips, following the curve down before kneading her cheeks and spreading her wider. “Especially when you’re begging to be split open and filled up.”

“Fuck, Chaeryeong.” Ryujin gasps as her whole body shudders. “Please don’t stop. You feel too good.” 

She brings Ryujin’s hands behind her back and drives her into the mattress. It wouldn’t take much more to topple Ryujin over, her hips grow more and more erratic, words a jumbled mess of pleases and mores. She nestles the strap as deep as it’s willing to go before pulling out. Ryujin yelps before following it with a whimper, “Chaeryeong.”

Chaeryeong knows she’s being extra mean, but she lets go of her hands and looks up. She tries not to stutter despite how dark Yeji’s eyes have gotten, a red tint to her irises that Chaeryeong has never seen before. She can almost guarantee that both she and Ryujin won’t be sitting tomorrow. 

“What do you think, Yeji?” She asks. Yeji moves wordlessly to pull Ryujin up into a kiss before prompting her to sit upright. 

“I think…” She wraps her hand around Ryujin’s cock and catches the bead of precum that flows after a few precise pumps. She spreads the bead down and says, “I think she can do better.”

Ryujin takes a sharp inhale but keeps the whine silent, she’s certainly seen the same red tint by now, knows that Yeji has a lot left in store for them. Yeji tilts her chin up and smirks, “Really put on a show for you.” 

Ryujin sinks back into her without wasting another second, too close to entertain dragging it out any longer, letting out a loud and breathy sigh as she takes each inch. She gets up on her elbows and pushes back until she bottoms out on every thrust.

“Come on, let Chaeryeong know how badly you need it.” Yeji coos while she curls a fist around herself again, before latching onto Ryujin’s nipple and rolling the other between her fingers. 

Chaeryeong jogs her hips forward, and Ryujin mewls at the thrust, messing up her rhythm. She wraps around Ryujin and encourages her with a gentle kiss on her shoulder, “All yours, baby.”

Ryujin’s eyes flutter shut, so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations. It barely takes any strokes for her to start leaking into her fist, throbbing in her hands, tip dribbling a mess of precum. 

“Close, Ryujinnie?” She asks, Ryujin furrows her eyebrows and nods, “Please.” She sighs, “Chaeryeong. Yeji. Please.”

Chaeryeong glances at Yeji for permission, who thankfully nods mercifully. Ryujin gasps before silently crashing into her high, spilling and making a mess over the sheets. Her entire body shakes and shudders, the only sound she makes being a whimper when she pushes herself away from Chaeryeong’s strap, and falls onto Yeji with a big sigh, completely and utterly spent.

“Fuck.” Ryujin mumbles as Yeji scoops her up into her arms and brushes up and down her back soothingly. 

Ryujin buries her face into the crook of Yeji’s shoulder, holding on to her like she’ll melt into a puddle if she lets go. Gentle blankets of cinnamon fall over them as Yeji keeps her arms securely tucked around Ryujin’s waist. Ryujin looks extra tiny, scooped up in Yeji’s arms. The red lustre in Yeji’s eyes is a lot dimmer now, switching up instantly to make sure they didn’t overwork their girl.

Yeji kisses her cheek and keeps a secure hand wrapped around her. She asks gently, “Too much?” Ryujin shakes her head and mumbles. “Just right.” Chaeryeong brushes her side softly and kisses her temple. 

Ryujin pulls them into a proper kiss and blushes as she admits, “You’re really good with your hips.” Chaeryeong laughs, “I learnt from the best.” 

Ryujin giggles into another kiss as she shuffles closer before her breath stutters. She pulls back confused but follows Ryujin’s eyes down, to find the strap poking her thigh awkwardly.

She shifts back to take the strap off, but if she’s being completely honest, she wasn’t exactly watching how Ryujin helped her wear it. She was rather preoccupied with how focused Ryujin was, the tiny lip bite she did when she stroked the toy hard enough to get a reaction.

She doesn’t hide it when Ryujin wordlessly helps her out of the strap, watching as those eyes flicker up after she notices the mess she created. She loved watching how much Ryujin enjoyed taking the strap, but it was those little licks and jolts of friction she got with every thrust that drove her into a frenzy.

“Ryeong.” She whispers as she presses the softest kiss to her thighs before moving up to her core. Chaeryeong sighs instantly at the feeling, moaning when Ryujin drags her tongue up her folds. 

Ryujin curls her hands under her thighs and pulls herself closer. She latches onto her clit and Chaeryeong can feel how her heart flutters at the warm, velvety heat of her tongue. She threads her fingers through Ryujin’s red locks and sighs when it causes Ryujin to hum against her core, sending waves up her spine. Ryujin lathers her already sensitive bud with her tongue, taking broad lap after lap, teasing moan after moan from Chaeryeong. 

When Ryujin curls her lips around her clit and sucks, there’s nothing she can do but let her thighs collapse around Ryujin’s head. She’s pretty sure her whole body shakes when Ryujin chuckles against her core, she huffs a short laugh as Ryujin slowly pushes them apart again. She nibbles on her bottom lip and whispers, “Sorry.”

Ryujin kisses her thigh gently and shakes her head. “You’re perfect.”  Chaeryeong blushes, god, that still makes her heart flutter.

Ryujin slowly starts circling her clit with the pad of her thumb as she shuffles to make space for Yeji. They share a quick look before Ryujin dives in first as Yeji presses a warm kiss against her thigh, hiking Chaeryeong’s leg up and out to the side, diving in with barely a second of notice, just the makings of a smirk playing on her lips before she laps a broad stripe up her cunt. It forces a guttural moan to punch its way out, Yeji’s eager laps mixing in with Ryujin’s slow ministrations, bringing out a litany of cries that bear the faintest resemblance to their names. 

Ryujin traces along her folds before spreading her out with her fingers, and Yeji follows, dipping her tongue into her heat and drinking her in. Chaeryeong whimpers and tenses against their hold on her legs, before giving in and letting them spread her out even more. They each throw one leg over their shoulder, and she gushes in anticipation. 

Ryujin explores with a deep sense of familiarity and fervour. She keeps her eyes on Chaeryeong while she laps and sucks diligently. She can’t hide from the mess she’s making, and Ryujin’s efforts to clean up just make her gush even more. Ryujin spreads a hand over her stomach, and Chaeryeong clutches onto her, a breathy call of her name when Ryujin guides her closer towards the edge. 

She tries not to dig her heels into Ryujin’s back to pull her closer, but before she can even attempt that, Ryujin pushes her thighs down against the mattress and pulls back. She’s pretty sure she lets out a cry, a yelp, a curse or something. All she knows is that her ears are ringing and her head’s too fuzzy. She whines when both of them pin her thighs down and stop her from getting any friction, any relief. 

Ryujin traces a slow pattern on the back of her hand, and it’s the only thing keeping Chaeryeong remotely sane. 

Yeji drags her fingers up her folds and taps her clit slowly, the steady jolts of pressure might be enough to topple her over. She whines and holds Yeji still, not like this, she wants to lose it on one of their tongues. Yeji sighs before she trades her hands for her lips, “You’re the prettiest.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she arches into Yeji’s tongue, she digs her hand into Yeji’s hair and cradles the back of her head. She shudders when Yeji lathers her tongue over her folds, spreading the mess they’re making even further. She just needs a little more. Yeji’s tongue is perfect, if she keeps this speed up, she’ll break in no time.

But of course not, the second Yeji pulls back, Chaeryeong is ready to throw a tantrum. This might genuinely be the only downside to having two alphas. There’s a place and time to trade and tease her between them, and she can appreciate that. It’s just not now. She needs to break on one of their tongues, preferably both at the same time, but she’s not that greedy, she’ll take what she can get at this point. They’ve kept her so exposed, teetering on the edge for so long, dangling the promise of a high right in front of her before snatching it away, not once, but twice. 

Ryujin curls a finger under Yeji’s chin and pulls her into a kiss. Chaeryeong can barely focus on the glossy glint of their lips under their dim bedroom lights without whining. Ryujin turns to her with a carefully arched brow, and Yeji chuckles. “Someone’s impatient.” 

Chaeryeong doesn’t care about the vague jab.

“Yes.” She glares at her. 

Yeji chuckles and climbs towards her. She pouts at the teasing look in her eyes but yelps when Yeji picks her legs up from under her knees and pushes her thigh up against her chest. She takes a broad lap up, and Chaeryeong doesn’t remember what she was complaining about any more. Not when Yeji nestles herself even deeper and buries herself in between. 

She brushes back the strands of hair sticking to Yeji’s face and almost cries when it reveals the sharp, teasing glint in her eyes and the handsome contour of her jaw. 

Ryujin trades spots with Yeji, and Chaeryeong is desperately hanging on by a thread when both their tongues are on her. Her head grows fuzzier with every lick, the edges of her vision slowly being overtaken by a bright, blinding white with every pull. 

Yeji leaves a trail of kisses up her stomach and brushes her cheek, nodding, “Come for us.”

The command rocks through her entire body, coursing through her like a jolt of lightning. She’s not sure what she did or didn’t do in that moment, or if her body is even her own anymore. All she can feel is Ryujin’s steady and diligent tongue working her through her high, hands curled securely around her thighs, keeping her close and letting her move and thrash about as she pleases. When she slinks out of her grip, Yeji’s there to hold her, as her head falls limply onto her strong and broad shoulders. 

“Fuck.” She sighs into her collarbone, Yeji chuckles and kisses the crown of her head and scoops her up, the same way she had with Ryujin, wrapping her arm around her back, ready for a cuddle.

“Wait, Yeji.” Chaeryeong mumbles, they can’t cuddle yet, Yeji’s been so patient with them, so sweet, so loving, being the best partner they could ever ask for. She steadies herself on Yeji’s shoulders, swallowing down a groan when she realises how heavy her legs feel. She pushes herself up and straddles Yeji. Her head feels both too light and too heavy at the same time now. Yeji’s hands quickly settle on her waist, and Chaeryeong tries not to sink into them or let Yeji talk her into calling it a night.

Yeji raises her eyebrows, a silent question about the sudden shift hanging in the air between them. She can taste the chocolate notes floating around her, it’s Ryujin’s subtle way of checking in, but it also tightens the coil in her stomach, she owes her one more too.

“I need you.”

She flat out admits, she presses her core against Yeji’s cock and guides herself up and down, desperate for Yeji to just take her already. She says, “You’ve been so patient.”

“Let me-” She moans when her clit catches Yeji’s tip. 

Yeji spreads her hands over the small of her back, and there’s absolutely no right for her to be as gentle and soft as she sounds when she calls her name, “Chaeryeong.”

She’s sporting an awfully handsome smile that makes her hips stutter as she starts a small, repetitive pattern on her skin. 

“You’re so sensitive.” Yeji’s just making an observation, Chaeryeong knows that, but she shakes her head and grinds down harder. She’s not too sensitive, she just needs Yeji now and Ryujin again later. It’s simple. She curls around the base of Yeji’s cock and guides it to part her folds, “I need you.”

Yeji arches an eyebrow, and Chaeryeong doesn’t know if she’s annoyed or turned on by it. She grumbles, “You already came once from just watching us, don’t tell me you don’t want this.” 

Yeji lets out a soft laugh and takes a nipple between her fingers, a smug edge to her tone, “Are you going to do the work for me?” 

Chaeryeong doesn’t care to dwell on why the smug tone turns her on. She nods and takes the first opportunity to sink down. If Yeji hears her whimper, she doesn’t tease her. Those steady hands stay rooted on her back, not in a hurry, not trying to rush her, not asking her to pick up the pace, intent on letting Chaeryeong guide them. Normally, she’d like the drawn-out pace, really take her time building them up, but not today. 

Yeji moans, bordering on a low growl, and Chaeryeong craves more. She pulls out a tried-and-tested method, she brushes her cupid’s bow with the pad of her thumb and says, “Anything for our patient, sweet and handsome Yeji.”

She catches the way the column of Yeji’s throat tightens and relaxes as she gulps but there’s no reaction, Yeji doesn’t move to meet her hips, she doesn’t pick her up and throw her on her back, there’s barely any indication that it worked and Chaeryeong breaks into a long sigh, pace faltering.

She whines when Yeji pulls out, but she quickly washes down her tiny whine with a kiss, “Such a good girl.” The praise makes something deep in her stomach tingle. Yeji turns them around and flips her onto her back, lowering her gently onto the mattress, lips tucked perfectly against her sternum. 

“Please, Yeji.” She cradles the back of her head, fingers threading through her short hair. 

Yeji lines herself up against her entrance, and Chaeryeong can practically hear her heart pounding in her ears. The anticipation, just knowing that she’ll be looked after. She slides in and Chaeryeong’s eyes flutter at the stretch, “Fuck.” 

Ryujin brushes the strands of hair sticking to her forehead and presses her lips against her temple. She whispers, “You’re so pretty.”

Chaeryeong doesn’t care to stifle the moan that bubbles out, she needs this so badly, she’s not even remotely embarrassed by it. She gasps when Yeji curls under her thighs and pulls herself closer. 

“So fucking pretty.” Yeji grins and Chaeryeong nearly cries when she starts moving. Even after so many times and so many rounds of this same dance, she still feels like a mess of putty in Yeji’s hands, she just wants Yeji to ruin her.

“Harder.” She flattens her hand over Yeji’s back and asks, “Please?”

Yeji chuckles softly and kisses the column of her throat and hums, “So polite.”

Yeji readjusts the grip on her thighs, and Chaeryeong tries not to think about how strong her arms are or how secure they feel or else she’ll just end up a squirming mess.

“Don’t you have an outdoor shoot tomorrow?” Yeji asks as she brushes her thumb over her nipple, blunt nails grazing the already perky buds. Chaeryeong shakes her head and pouts, “I don’t care.”

She tightens her hold around Yeji’s shoulders and pulls her down. She noses against her scent gland and takes breath after breath of that cinnamon. Yeji smiles against her skin, and Chaeryeong wails when she picks her hips up and drops them into a hard and deep thrust, one that sends her back arching and toes curling. 

“Yes. Yeji, just like that.” She flattens her hands across the broad expanse of her back, and Yeji’s soft growl sends a shiver down her spine. 

“You can’t get enough of us, can you, Ryeong?” Yeji says, Chaeryeong can’t muster up anything other than a nod. She tightens her grip on Yeji’s back, desperate for something to hold on, to keep her brain in one piece when Yeji finds just the right spot, her hand slips and her nails rake down her back, leaving angry red marks that will leave any backless option out for the next few days.

Yeji grunts into her ear, and Chaeryeong promises to herself that she will apologise and take care of them later, but for now, she needs to figure out how to scream Yeji’s name without losing her voice. 

She wonders if Yeji would let her dance along the red tint in her irises, play as much as she wants with the intensity and soak in that intoxicating cinnamon. Past the parted lips, breathy moans and dishevelled locks, there’s still a tempered sense of control, but it’s not the anxiety laced one back in the early days of their tango, it’s much more relaxed. 

The fact that Yeji seems to be enjoying herself so much, makes all the butterflies flutter in her ribcage, her inner omega singing with pride at keeping and making her alpha so happy. 

She breaks with a broken sob, crying Yeji’s name out like it’s the only thing she knows, happily surrendering into her, letting a mix of their names bubble out of her when Yeji follows and spills into her. 

She can’t think about anything other than her two favourite pairs of lips make their way to their favourite spots on her as she feels the high course through her — one by her scent gland and another by the base of her neck. There’s nowhere else in the entire universe she’d rather be. When they ask in that low, husky tone if she’s up for another round, she can’t imagine a world where she’d ever say no. 

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Yeji is a patient person. It takes a lot to be in her position, as a leader, as a fellow teammate, and as a human. She prides herself on having a decent reserve of patience that allows her to handle all kinds of different and tricky situations as they arise. 

That patience extends to being a good and observant partner. She’s more than happy to let Chaeryeong and Ryujin enjoy their moments. (She had been the one to plan and facilitate it in the first place.) All the careful little pushes and nudges, knowing full well their tendencies to get skittish and end up all closed off when they overthink or second-guess themselves. 

She’s happy to take a bit of a back seat and involve herself whenever, wherever. 

But no one ever said that she couldn’t help herself. 

Chaeryeong didn’t give her any orders. Aside from the glare earlier about slowing down and letting Chaeryeong lead, she wasn’t on a tight leash. Not only that, Ryujin also didn’t need her attention, she was already preoccupied with trying to stay afloat herself.

They would understand if she helped herself. It wasn’t being impatient, no, in fact, this gave them even more time to explore, not needing to rush through the process just so they could tend to her and her needs.

Plus, with the sight in front of her, it wouldn’t make sense to stay still. 

It was only natural for her to alleviate some of the pressure against her boxers, for her to watch Chaeryeong’s forearms tense and abs strain from the effort, for her to admire the deepening arch in Ryujin’s back. 

Yeji’s pretty confident when she says that she isn’t interested in bottoming. There’s no way of sugarcoating that, it’s simply her preference. One that both her girls knew and understood. That being said, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t find it incredibly hot watching Chaeryeong ruin Ryujin, one thrust at a time. 

She understands the urge that overtook Chaeryeong better than anyone else. She wasn’t even embarrassed when she toppled over the edge with just her fist. It’s nothing her girls haven’t seen before. She doesn’t have to hide how badly she wants them or how hot she finds it all. 

She knows that her patience would be rewarded, and she is proven right when she finds herself more fired up than ever after tasting and hearing her name fall from Chaeryeong’s lips, after those nails painted an art piece on her back, reminding everyone that she is very happily taken.

Yeji brushes away the strands of hair sticking to Chaeryeong’s forehead and asks. “Can we do one more, baby?” 

She grinds her hips down in a slow figure of eight, and Chaeryeong muffles a moan into her shoulder. She nods but flattens her hand on Yeji’s chest and says, “But I need a minute.” 

Yeji kisses her cheek and slips out carefully. Chaeryeong pulls her down to rest against her shoulder. Ryujin presses a kiss to her forehead and Chaeryeong nuzzles even deeper. Ryujin giggles and places another one just as gently when the corner of Chaeryeong’s lips curls up. 

There’s that familiar warmth that settles in her chest. They’re always so gentle with each other. She used to think that she was intruding on their world, but it’s more than apparent now that it’s simply a fundamental part of how they are with each other. 

Yeji leaves a long and slow kiss on her sternum and melts into Chaeryeong when her hand settles on the small of her back. She asks, “Can I get you anything?”

“Water, juice, maybe a snack?” She lists off, but Chaeryeong shakes her head and pulls her closer, “Want a kiss.”

Yeji’s soft giggle gets muffled between their lips as she melts into Chaeryeong. Her cheeks dusted in pink, eyes crinkled up into tiny crescent moons, a dainty giggle trickling past those kiss-swollen, plump lips. 

She hopes the butterflies that flutter every time they kiss never stop, that she never forgets how to sink into her touch, how the warmth that follows after the butterflies rest, mixes with the tender touch she calls home. 

Ryujin reaches up to tuck the strands of hair behind her ear and Yeji’s instantly drawn to her, chasing after the cusp of her palm. She has always thought that Ryujin was pretty from the moment she met her. Since that first back hug that sparked a decade long friendship that developed into something more in the last year and a half.

Ryujin, god, she sounds like a broken record at this point, but the way her heart flutters when their eyes meet, just like it did when she was sixteen and none the wiser. 

Ryujin is so pretty today, extra pretty even. It’s unreal how beautiful her red hair is, her magnetic dark brown orbs that Yeji would go to the ends of the earth for, those rosy cheeks with her whisker dimples peeking through as she watches them, paired with what must be the world’s softest smile. She’s not sure who moves first but each kiss can only be akin to tiny bursts of fireworks. 

This is something she self-admittedly never thought would happen. Despite what she thought she felt for Ryujin, there wasn’t a chance that she would interfere with what she and Chaeryeong had. 

It wasn’t just that she wasn’t going to be selfish and ruin something special. She never found other alphas attractive, not in the way she found omegas or betas charming, like it was something inherent to her. She’s always seen herself as a typical alpha with preferences that were crystal-clear and as simple as they came. 

She doesn’t box people into their presentations to begin with, knowing full well how constricting that can be but it’s also something she can’t ignore. She’s just found that she tends to shift her attention towards omegas or betas, alphas just didn’t pique her interest. 

But it was different with Ryujin. 

She’s always seen her as an alpha, as an equal, doing anything less would be disrespectful and frankly emasculating. But despite seeing that side, it never deterred her from liking and finally pursuing Ryujin when the time came. She was Ryujin, who has been and always will be her Ryujin. The fact that she was an alpha, was simply an extension of her. 

“Can I get you anything?” She tilts up to peck Ryujin’s jaw and asks.

Ryujin toys with the ends of her hair, looping a few strands around her finger and hums, “Are you tired?” 

Yeji shakes her head and answers truthfully, “Not yet.” 

Dangerous answer. She knows that, but she’s still got some energy to burn, and more importantly, there’s a mischievous glint in Ryujin’s eyes, she could never say no to that.

Ryujin flattens her hand over her shoulders and that glint vanishes and gets replaced by a bold and confident gaze. She flips them around and urges her towards the bed with a push, complete with a husky edge to her voice when she says, “Lie down.” 

Yeji’s back hits the mattress in record time and she slots into the empty space next to Chaeryeong, who welcomes her in with a peck on the cheek. She’s a simple woman, if her girl asks her to jump, she wouldn’t bother asking how high or how far, she’d simply listen and do her best to follow.

Her patience is once again rewarded when Ryujin brushes a nipple with her thumb and presses her soft lips against her heated skin. It’s probably too late to admit that she hadn’t realised just how worked up she was until she feels how each kiss lights her body on fire, every gentle kiss to her midline shoots its way down and right to her member. 

Ryujin wraps her hand around her and Yeji hums at the touch. She’s so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but none of what she thinks matters any more when Ryujin places a hand on her waist and swiftly climbs on top of her, straddling her. 

“Ryujinnie.” Yeji gasps at the searing heat when their skin meets. If Chaeryeong can feel the way her heart skips a beat, she doesn’t mention it. Ryujin traces over the outline of her abs with the pad of her thumb, and Yeji already wants to throw her back onto her back and make her sing the same way she had with Chaeryeong. 

“Since when did you have abs?” Ryujin asks and Yeji just shrugs, turns out that being dragged to Jihyo’s pilates classes will do wonders to gain some muscle, but that’s too boring of an answer. Her girl is about to ride her, the least she can do is flirt back. 

“Thought you’d like them.” She covers the back of Ryujin’s hand with her own and winks. “Something to look at and-” She flattens Ryujin’s hand and drags it down her stomach,  “feel. ”

Ryujin stares at her blankly before digging her nails into her sides, not falling for her cheesy lines. She winces quietly, jerking away from her grip, “Hey.” 

Chaeryeong giggles softly before joining in and flattening her hand over her stomach. Yeji does her very best not to blush at the attention and the blatant but very welcome ogling. She traces a particularly prominent line down before teasing, “It’s okay, Ryujinnie, we know you like them.” She sighs wistfully. “Why else do I try so hard?” 

Ryujin’s shoulders lose what little tension they were keeping as she leans over to plant a soft kiss on Chaeryeong’s lips before placing a hand gently on her stomach, “You know I love you with or without abs, right?”

“You insist on having them because you like flaunting them around.” Chaeryeong scrunches her nose cutely and Ryujin indulges her in another kiss before turning back to Yeji. 

“So…do you like them?” Yeji mumbles, and Ryujin rolls her eyes, a growing blush that’s even more apparent with her red hair. 

“Shut up.” Ryujin grumbles and grinds her hips down, promptly causing Yeji to lose her train of thought. Ryujin lines herself up and Yeji, honestly, gulps in anticipation. She drags her hand up Ryujin’s thigh and curls it around her waist, throwing her head back into the pillow at the ease Ryujin takes her. 

The muffled moan that trickles out turns into a satisfied growl when she bottoms out. Ryujin braces herself against her stomach, and Yeji sighs, “Chaeryeong got you all warmed up and ready for me, didn’t she?”

Chaeryeong giggles against her shoulder, and Yeji barely manages to swallow a moan when Ryujin starts rocking her hips back and forth, pulling herself up before sinking down over and over again. 

“Maybe.” Ryujin brushes her red hair back with a callous stroke and lets a breathless sigh slip as she pauses to catch her breath. “Or maybe, it’s because it’s you.”

Yeji smiles and rests her hands on the smooth curve of her waist, “You’re gorgeous.” She grins, “Of course you’d know how I like it.”

Ryujin readjusts her grip on her waist and Yeji doesn’t bother telling her that she’s digging her nails in too hard and will leave a mark, far too enamoured by her pretty girl. Between those fresh ones and Chaeryeong’s marks down her back, she’ll have so much explaining to do but it’s far too good to ask them to stop. 

Ryujin moves with a practised ease, quickly building up her own pace, taking Yeji for her own needs. Yeji reaches to slide an arm around the small of her back when Ryujin huffs at the effort, but she grabs her hands and pins them over her head.

Her growl gets swallowed between Ryujin’s lips and the hit of chocolate sends her head reeling. She jogs her hips up and Ryujin breaks from her, moaning brokenly, gasping, “Hold on.”

Yeji chases up into her, desperate to hear the same sound again before she sets a careful hand on her waist and coos, “Good girl.” 

Chaeryeong nestles her head against Yeji’s chest before reaching to take a nipple between her fingers, making Ryujin cry out, “Fuck.”

Yeji chuckles softly and Ryujin smacks her shoulder, annoyed. She pushes away from her but Yeji pulls her back in easily and says, “Sorry, baby, you’re too pretty.”

Ryujin pouts when Chaeryeong draws her hand back after one final flick with her finger. Yeji loosens her grip, keeping them back on her sides instead of wrapped around her. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

Ryujin takes her bottom lip between her teeth and grinds down in a slow figure of eight. Yeji lets a satisfied moan grumble out and Chaeryeong chuckles in that pretty, dainty way of hers. She tilts down to press a kiss against her temple and Chaeryeong presses one in return on her jaw. 

Ryujin quickly returns to the pace she’d built up, until she’s dropping her hips flush against Yeji’s, crying out at the stretch, fingers clenching and unclenching in search of something. Yeji hides a smile and twines their hands tighter before praising her, “So good, baby.”

Yeji slides both hands down to cup a handful of her cheeks, trying not to drool over the soft skin and muscles under her touch. She guides her up and down, letting every moan and sigh she’d usually try to control flow into their space. She needs Ryujin to hear how good she’s making her feel before she repays the favour later.

The tiny whimper Ryujin lets out when she throws her head forward and sinks further into her hands sounds so heavenly it shouldn’t be possible. 

“Making me feel so good.” Yeji sighs and Ryujin nods eagerly, bracing her hands against Yeji’s torso as she tries to drive them to the brink all by herself. 

Yeji kneads into her cheeks, spreading her apart and Ryujin’s hips stutter at the depth, her hands balling up into tight fists as she says, “More.”

She spreads Ryujin out wider and the moan lights every fibre of her body on fire and she coos, “You like being stretched out, don’t you?”

She tightens her grip when Ryujin nods and thrusts up into her, making her yelp at the sudden jolt, “Asking to be filled up again.” 

She lifts Ryujin up and pulls her back down, “Again.” 

She digs her heels into the mattress and thrusts, “And again.”

“Yeji!” Ryujin falls into her with a gasp. Yeji quickly flattens her hand between her shoulder blades and another around her back, keeping her steady as she chases after her. 

She wraps her lips around her nipple and tugs on it, causing Ryujin to choke out a broken sob as she arches into her mouth. Chaeryeong takes the other neglected bud and Ryujin’s eyes flutter shut. “Ryeong-”

Yeji revels in the way she clenches around her, her name falling from her lips like a prayer. She feels the mess she’s making against her torso and by the way Ryujin’s cheeks flush a bright red, she knows it too. 

“Please, Yeji.” Ryujin whispers against her cheek and Yeji follows on command, spilling load after load into her. It’s barely an exaggeration to say that a glimpse of heaven flashes between the splotches of white that threaten to overtake her. 

Ryujin squirms at the fullness and tucks herself further into her shoulder. She latches onto her scent gland and it sets off a strong wave of cinnamon. Instead of relaxing and calming her, Ryujin clenches around her again and Yeji’s head spins at the tightness. It’s made infinitely worse when she relaxes and Yeji feels her essence drip down her length, most likely, staining the sheets.

Yeji swallows the growl begging to sneak up her throat and says, “One more for me.” 

She doesn’t know how much of that came out as an ask or a command, but it conveys her need all the same. Ryujin groans softly, “Yeji-”

“For me.” Yeji says as she curls around her waist again. She doesn’t remember if she’s ever been this greedy, pushing Ryujjn so far beyond what she’s used to. Maybe she’ll tuck another one inside and beg for Ryujin to keep it there, or pump her so full she makes a mess everywhere. It doesn’t matter; all she wants is more Ryujin. 

Ryujin gulps at her request and nods. Yeji tells herself that she will make sure that Ryujin doesn’t lift a single finger tonight and tomorrow, or however long she needs.

Ryujin huffs out a shaky laugh when the air fills with warm, soothing cherry notes as Chaeryeong pats the back of Ryujin’s head gently and kisses her cheek. When Ryujin sinks down again, and groans when she bottoms out. Yeji fights the overwhelming urge to start thrusting up and tuck the mess back in. 

Chaeryeong pulls Ryujin into a kiss to soothe the stretch but in classic Chaeryeong fashion, it’s merely a distraction because she curls her fist around Ryujin’s cock and drags out a shaky breath before she starts pumping relentlessly with barely any warning. Ryujin clings onto her arm and stops short of clawing at it, gasping, “Chaeryeong.” 

Chaeryeong kisses the corner of her lips and lets off an intense wave of cherry that instantly causes a growl to rip out of their throats.

“Don’t be shy, Ryujinnie, make a mess.” Chaeryeong grins, “Yeji and I want one.” 

Yeji settles into a slow grind first and urges Ryujin to keep her hands firmly planted on her stomach. Neither of them needs much more. She meets Ryujin with every single thrust, bottoming out without so much as a gasp and judging by the mess Ryujin’s leaking into Chaeryeong’s fist, she’s only a few more away from crashing into another one.

Chaeryeong lets go abruptly and Ryujin whines at the loss, “Chaeryeong, I was-” She huffs and wraps around herself, desperately chasing after her fist. She plants a quick kiss on Yeji's cheek and whispers, “Ruin her for me.”

Yeji doesn’t care if her abs are burning or if her quads and calves are about to cramp. She pushes off from her hand and elbow to sit upright, pulling Ryujin into a quick kiss before she uses the opportunity to flip them over and push her back down against the bed. 

Ryujin’s yelp turns into a loud cry when Yeji brings their hips flush together. She hooks her legs around her back and Yeji almost loses it at the tightness, nearly toppling over at the shift. 

Her pretty Ryujin under her, red hair fanned out across the pillow, lips parted, sweat collecting on her hairline, crying out her name like it’s the only thing left on her mind, it’s nothing short of perfection. 

She leans down to capture her lips for another kiss and there’s a hunger there that tells Yeji more than she needs to know. It only takes a few more well placed thrusts before the high throws both of them overboard. She grinds to a halt when it gets too tight, the strain on her abs is painfully evident even as her fingertips fall numb from the intensity. 

Ryujin wraps her hands around her back and Yeji flinches when she passes over the red marks Chaeryeong left earlier. She slips out and falls in between them with a heavy grunt. Her head feels like a brick when it hits the pillow. That was so intense. 

Ryujin and Chaeryeong’s giggles tell her that she definitely said that last part out loud. 

She brushes her hair back and wipes away the sweat gathering on her forehead. Ryujin helps dab away a bead of sweat down the side of her cheek and Yeji presses a kiss to Ryujin’s temple while she slowly evens her breathing out. 

Chaeryeong props herself up on her elbow and tucks a stray strand behind her ear. Yeji pouts her lips out and Chaeryeong obliges at the silent request, smiling into the kiss even as her eyes keep that dark intensity. She pulls back and brushes her fingers through her hair, a delicate and endearing smile spreading across her cheeks, “How’d you get so fluffy?” 

Yeji smiles and leans into her, closing her eyes a little when Chaeryeong plays with the baby hairs at the back of her head, trying not to cave when Chaeryeong’s fingertips scratch the perfect spot. 

“So handsome.” She whispers. Yeji shudders when that sparks another wave of heat down her spine. She still can’t get used to the way Chaeryeong says it. If she heard that same compliment from anyone else, she’d flip them around and make sure they knew how much she appreciated it, but when Chaeryeong says it, she just wants to hear it again, she wants to melt in Chaeryeong’s hands, she wants to be good for Chaeryeong.

Chaeryeong clears her throat gently and says, “I think the minute I asked for is up.”

Yeji huffs out a breathy laugh, “Sorry to make you wait.” She says and pulls her in for another kiss, brushing her thumb over her cheek. “How can I make it up to you?”

Chaeryeong shakes her head and gently pushes her back against the mattress. She nuzzles into the crook of her shoulder and Yeji’s oddly grateful that she isn’t ticklish. She mumbles, “Tomorrow.” 

Yeji readies herself to at least offer something for Chaeryeong, but when Ryujin settles into her other shoulder, struggling to keep her eyelids open, she wraps her arms around and pulls them closer. She presses a gentle kiss to the crown of their heads and lets the call of sleep take her. When she wakes to the two of them sleeping soundly with an arm each thrown across her waist, she surrenders to a few more minutes of rest. When she wakes again to find Ryujin making her way between Chaeryeong’s legs, she can’t exactly say that she’s surprised.