"You should bring her home," her mother says, and Chaeyoung smiles at the thought but doesn't know how to explain why it would probably never happen. "We have more than enough room."
She hums non-committally instead of answering. "We'll see," she mumbles. "I'll talk to her about it."
"I'm sure she has family stuff ..." her mother tries, but Chaeyoung cuts her off quickly.
"She doesn't," Chaeyoung says, and the silence her mom leaves over the line shows that this is probably explanation enough. Chaeyoung sighs. "I don't want to push her, Mom. It is all new."
Her mom makes a knowing sound. "Is it?"
Chaeyoung doesn't have a response to that. She feels like she has had these feelings forever. She feels like she will have them forever. Now the thought of not waking up to Jisoo every morning feels terrifying. Due to the worst emergency drill in the history of their school, Jisoo is still in the library, and Chaeyoung is about ready to go postal on campus security. She only called her mother to stop herself from going out and camping outside the library until it was over. It is also probably why she decided to spend most of their conversation talking about her.
"I'm just saying that she is more than welcome to come home with you anytime, Rosie," her mother says before going off on a long tangent about her latest case. Chaeyoung makes noises when she is supposed to make noises, but mostly, she thinks about taking Jisoo back to Melbourne and letting her seep into every bit of her life.
Her mother is still talking when the door to their room opens. Jisoo smiles when she sees her, but there is something different about her that Chaeyoung notices straight away. She moves around their room, her movements anxious as she hangs up her coat. She sits down on the edge of the mattress, and Chaeyoung reaches silently for her hand.
She barely tugs before Jisoo falls to lie beside her.
"Rosie, are you even listening?" her mother asks, but Chaeyoung is too busy tugging Jisoo's limbs until they wrap around her body. She is too busy trying to find what will set Jisoo at ease. Her mother sighs. "Jisoo is back, isn't she?"
The sound of her name catches Chaeyoung's attention. "Uhm, Mom, I love you, but I have to go."
"Of course you do," her mother laughs knowingly. "Love you, Rosie. I'll send you some cash."
"Okay," Chaeyoung whispers before she hangs up and tosses her phone on the nightstand. Jisoo looks at her weirdly, and Chaeyoung wraps an arm around her waist to protectively bring her closer. "You're back," she whispers. Jisoo nods. "I thought I would have to send out a search party."
Jisoo smiles and reaches between them to rest her hand on Chaeyoung's chest and against her heartbeat. It is racing, and Chaeyoung knows she should feel slightly embarrassed that Jisoo can probably hear it, but she doesn't. She wants her to know. She wants Jisoo to feel what she does to her.
"If the lockdown carried on any longer, I was planning some Mission Impossible-worthy shit to get to you," she mumbles, but is more preoccupied with how Jisoo looks at her differently.
It is not strange or unwelcome, but Chaeyoung still doesn't know what to think about it. Her fingers lazily trace the golden stripes of Jisoo's green shirt to try and settle her. She looks beautiful in it, but that didn't stop Chaeyoung from teasing her this morning that it made her look like a Christmas tree. Jisoo had rolled her eyes and looked at her so fondly that Chaeyoung suddenly had become so preoccupied with kissing her that they were almost late for class.
"I was going to traverse the roofs of all buildings from here to there and then broke in through a window," Chaeyoung jokes. "I had a plan and everything."
"Sure, you did," Jisoo whispers.
Chaeyoung nods and lets one of Jisoo's strands wrap around her finger. "I did," she murmurs. "All I had to do was pick out my best latex suit, and I would have been there."
Jisoo laughs out loud and, after looking serious before, catches Chaeyoung off guard a little. She grins but stops when she sees how the expression on Jisoo's face has changed again. It is softer and more exposed, and Chaeyoung unknowingly shifts back to give her some space when Jisoo reaches further between them to trace her fingers up Chaeyoung's neck to her face. She traces Chaeyoung's chin and jaw, curls fingertips over her cheekbones and eyebrows before sweeping down her nose. Her thumbs soothe Chaeyoung's cheek before stopping to rest gently against her top lip.
Jisoo looks at her, and Chaeyoung thinks she knows what will happen. She thinks she knows but feels scared and nervous that it won't. She knows but is also scared that she doesn't, and she has got it all wrong.
But Jisoo's face is determined and tender. Her expression has never looked so sure and vulnerable, and Chaeyoung can't help but notice how her neck moves as she swallows thickly.
"I love you," she whispers in an exhale, and Chaeyoung barely notices how she blinks in surprise as the words leave her.
She is too busy letting the warmth of them wash over her, and she realises she didn't know – wasn't nearly aware – of how much she needed to hear them until they left Jisoo's lips.
She breathes out and is sure there are tears in her eyes. Her fingers slacken against Jisoo's waist as she pulls further back to look at her. She waits for the punch line, the laugh, the take-back, but it never comes. Jisoo's expression only becomes desperate and worried.
"Really?" Chaeyoung is barely able to whisper.
Jisoo's face flickers with sadness before her chin tilts down once before she nods quickly.
"Yeah," she breathes, and her smile is watery but sweet.
She looks so scared, and Chaeyoung wishes she had the words to tell her she doesn't need to be. She reaches for her cheek and cups it in her palm as her thumb traces the outline of the lips that made her the happiest girl in the world. "You're sure?"
Jisoo laughs, and a tear escapes her. "How could I not, Chaeyoung-ah?"
Chaeyoung's breath catches at that. The rest of her words get stuck in her throat, and she wants to explain that Jisoo could do so much better and deserves so much more. Chaeyoung wants Jisoo to know that she feels lucky and honoured and that the things she feels inside are bigger and more terrifying than anything she has ever felt. They have overcome everything.
Jisoo has put everything into perspective.
"But look at you," Chaeyoung says instead, and Jisoo frowns like she doesn't understand. "You're ... you're everything."
Her chuckle is Chaeyoung's favourite sound in the world. Her smile is worth waking up early on the worst days. Her face sets Chaeyoung's entire universe right, and one day she will find the words to tell her, to express how Jisoo makes her feel.
"So are you," Jisoo whispers. Her thumb sweeps over Chaeyoung's cheek, and she is shaking. "You have no idea ..." she struggles around tight breaths. "You don't even have the tiniest clue what you are to me ... what you have done ..." For a moment, her expression wavers with sadness and then sinks into devastating awe as she clutches Chaeyoung's face. "You will never know what you have done ... How you make me feel ... There will never be enough words ... enough ..."
When Jisoo kisses her, Chaeyoung knows she is trying to tell her something. She can feel it delicately and carefully that Jisoo explores her mouth with lips and tentative fingers. Jisoo's mouth opens against hers as if she is trying to teach her a new language. Her movements are confident. They are bold and clear, and as Jisoo drags surprised whimpers up her throat, all Chaeyoung can do is try and listen.
~~~~
As she kisses Chaeyoung and stops herself from letting those three words become the only thing she ever says again, Jisoo can only remember one thing.
She remembers being thirteen and having a 'slumber party' with Jiyoon and all the other girls in the orphanage. She remembers them drinking cheap alcohol and talking things she didn't understand. She remembers them talking about boys and not knowing why. She had asked questions about things she had never been able to ask anyone else before that. They had told her about how boys feel, what it is like when they touch you, where they might touch you. A few boys had wanted to kiss Jisoo and tried to touch her without her permission. She had hated it and had broken the fingers of three of them. It had made her skin crawl, and she thought something was wrong with her for a long time. She had said as much, and the other girls had told her she hadn't found the right person yet. She had asked how to know if it was the right person, and they had told her she would know.
Since that moment, Jisoo has had three moments of knowing.
The first was when she was fifteen, and her friend Yu Sooyeon kissed her to stop her from crying. Sooyeon, messed up and brash, kissed Jisoo, and Jisoo knew she would never feel the same exhilaration kissing a boy. Sooyeon was sent to juvenile detention a week later and ended up dead within six weeks, and when Jisoo was crying about her with Jiyoon, she admitted what she had always known to be true – that she was gay.
The second was when she woke up, still half drunk from a party, with her college roommate atop her and a thigh wedged between her legs. She had known because Chaeyoung was pressing against places Jisoo had barely touched herself, and she wanted to turn around and kiss her, to push Chaeyoung away and forget about everything else she was feeling and kiss her.
The third is about ten minutes after she tells Park Chaeyoung she loves her for the first time.
She knows, and the feeling settles heavy and thick in her chest and stomach. She knows because she is scared and nervous but doesn't want to run away. She knows because Chaeyoung makes her feel brave.
There is just something about how Chaeyoung's mouth moves so effortlessly against hers that makes her at ease. There is something familiar and safe about her that Jisoo needs. She is sure she will have this craving for Chaeyoung for the rest of her life, and her hands tangle in blonde hair, desperate to sate it. Chaeyoung's face is her favourite face in the world, and she has become dependent on the sight of it to improve every single one of her days. Chaeyoung's hands grip her waist and keep her close, and Jisoo wants to claim every inch of her.
She wants to know that every single bit of this girl is hers.
That is why she pushes Chaeyoung onto her back and throws a leg over her waist. Chaeyoung gasps, and her neck arches up to desperately follow Jisoo's mouth. Their tongues meet, and Jisoo is almost sure she is holding Chaeyoung's jaw tight enough to hurt her. Chaeyoung moans into her mouth as her sure hands slide down her back.
Jisoo can feel Chaeyoung's hips pushing upwards and inherently knows that she is desperate for the upper hand. She drops her weight without thinking because giving up this exhilaration and control might drive her mad. Chaeyoung gasps in surprise when she pins her to the bed by her biceps and kisses her harder. She grunts and writhes, but Jisoo is adamant, and Chaeyoung yelps when she bites down on her bottom lip before sucking it.
Chaeyoung's throat gurgles with the words she is unable to say. Her hips start to push upward again but stop when Jisoo finally allows her mouth to drift down Chaeyoung's neck. She has wanted to kiss it for so long that now that her mouth is here, she is all over the place. Chaeyoung pants for breath, her palms gripped tightly around Jisoo's forearms to anchor herself. Jisoo knows that she will probably leave marks on Chaeyoung's skin, but she doesn't know how not to.
"Fuck," Chaeyoung whispers when Jisoo pulls away to sit up.
Her bottom lip is kiss-bruised and swollen, and her eyes are dark when they look up at her. Jisoo knows all over again and swallows before she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Chaeyoung's mouth opens, ready to protest, but Jisoo pulls the fabric over her head before she can say anything. Chaeyoung watches Jisoo toss the shirt to the floor before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. She peels the black lace from her should and watches as Chaeyoung's eyes quietly begin tracing the shape of her body. Jisoo wonders if she will ever hear Chaeyoung speak again when she climbs off her and reaches for the button of her jeans. Dark eyes follow her hungrily, and she quickly pushes the fabric down her legs as Chaeyoung's mouth works words she cannot say.
She doesn't know if Chaeyoung knows what is happening until Chaeyoung quietly and quickly pushes her soft, worn sweatpants down her legs. She adds them to the growing pile of clothing by Jisoo's feet and lies back until Jisoo shyly settles back over her hips.
She's sure that the feel of Chaeyoung's thighs against hers will set her off until the end of time. Her pulse feels so loud in her ears that she can barely hear anything else, and she takes a moment to breathe until Chaeyoung pushes up onto her elbows and looks at her through heavy lashes. Deep eyes travel down over her bitten lip and flushed neck. Jisoo realizes for the first time that Chaeyoung is wearing one of her old button-downs, and she reaches forward to tug at the haphazardly fastened buttons.
"Stop wearing my shirts," she whispers.
Chaeyoung's expression barely changes except for slowly brightening eyes.
"Make me," she murmurs, and Jisoo needs no other invitation.
Her mouth finds Chaeyoung's as her deft fingers slowly work open the buttons. Chaeyoung smiles against her mouth until Jisoo's fingers graze over the front of her bra. She gasps at the sensation, and Jisoo smirks against her mouth, purposely letting her hands linger by her cleavage for longer than necessary.
When she finally pushes the shirt over Chaeyoung's shoulders, she is shameless in her visual exploration. Chaeyoung is all pale skin and sharp angles and right curves. Her bra is dark blue and pretty, and Jisoo remembers how her bare breasts had dragged against her back as she had moved against her the night of the party. It feels like a crime that she hasn't seen them yet, that the only glances of Chaeyoung's bare skin she has had are moments that shouldn't have been hers, or blurred, rushed images as Chaeyoung had hastened to hide.
Chaeyoung's thumb sweeps over her kneecap as she waits. She flinches in surprise when Jisoo's hand lifts and presses against her collarbone, fingertips tracing shapes over and against them until she needs to kiss her again. Chaeyoung falls to her elbows with the force of it, a groan escaping her when Jisoo's hand drifts down to rest on the slope of her chest. Jisoo kisses her cheeks and jaw before sucking down Chaeyoung's neck. She listens to the change in Chaeyoung's breathing as she gently slips her fingers beneath the lace and cups the swell of her breast. Her thumb sweeps over Chaeyoung's nipple as her other hand reaches behind her to find the clasp of her bra. Chaeyoung gasps and nuzzles into the kisses against her neck. Her lips part, and she doesn't argue when Jisoo strips the fabric from her body.
Jisoo isn't sure if Chaeyoung's noises are sounds of shock or protest when she lets her kisses linger down over her collarbones. Nails bite into her right thigh, and Chaeyoung barely lasts Jisoo's mouth on one of her nipples before her arms fail her, and she collapses back onto the bed.
Jisoo falls with her and smirks against one breast as her palm finds the other. Panting fills her ears, and Chaeyoung's hips shift warningly upwards until Jisoo pins her to the bed again. She encourages Chaeyoung's hands up to the headboard, and one hand finds a white-knuckle grip there as the other pushes away the strands of dark hair that litter her chest.
Chaeyoung lays entirely still for her after, spread out over the bed, as she lets Jisoo have her way with her. She pushes the hair from Jisoo's face and makes noises that Jisoo knows she will have daydreams about. When Jisoo glances up at her through the curtain of her hair, Chaeyoung's eyes are half-closed and dark. A flush covers her cheeks, and she looks so perfect that Jisoo almost isn't sure what to do with her.
She feels mad at herself when she starts freaking out against the skin of Chaeyoung's stomach. She was already shaking but didn't notice how much. It takes all of thirty seconds for Chaeyoung to realize and pull her back level. Their chests press together, and it feels so marvellous that Jisoo begins to tremble.
Chaeyoung's arms wrap around her, and she presses a pacifying kiss to Jisoo's nose, but Jisoo won't stop trembling.
"I'm here," she breathes soothingly. Her hands trace Jisoo's spine before rubbing wide, firm circles against the base of her back. "I'm right here. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Jisoo looks at her, and words fail her. She knows it is not this moment causing her to freak out; it's just the whole experience. This moment could happen now or in eight million years, and Jisoo knows she would still be freaking the fuck out. It is a big thing. It is a big moment, and she is desperate for it to be perfect. She needs it to be perfect for herself but also Chaeyoung.
Gently, she kisses Chaeyoung until Chaeyoung gasps against her. Her hands make a path over the curves of Chaeyoung's body until they rest at the waistband of her underwear. Chaeyoung pulls away to look at her, and Jisoo keeps trembling as she traces patterns against her hip.
Sparkling eyes narrow in curious confusion, and Jisoo swallows thickly before speaking.
"Show me," she whispers. "Show me."
Chaeyoung knows what she means.
She waits a few quiet moments before reaching down and letting her fingers catch at the sides of her underwear. Jisoo watches between their bodies as her pelvis lifts, and Chaeyoung reaches down to push the fabric over her hips. They get caught around her ankles, and Jisoo helps, tugging them off and dropping them unceremoniously onto the pile beside them. It is instinctive how she uses one of her knees to push Chaeyoung's thighs open, and she breathes unevenly at what she sees.
She settles against her body, forehead pressed against Chaeyoung's cheek as Chaeyoung's hand takes hold of hers. She expects Chaeyoung to lead her straight to where she wants her, but instead, Chaeyoung takes her hand and presses it against her breast, squeezing Jisoo's fingers against her nipple. She continues, silently showing Jisoo what she likes. She taps at her diaphragm before tracing a line down her stomach. Jisoo knows from the slow drag of her fingertips that Chaeyoung wants a tongue dipping into her belly button and sucking at her hips. She can tell from how Chaeyoung spreads her legs and drags Jisoo's fingers along the inside of her thighs that there are certain places she'll take anything.
When her fingers find the place between Chaeyoung's legs, she's not scared anymore but still trembles. Chaeyoung's so fucking wet. Her eyes flutter closed, and her fingers falter against the back of Jisoo's. Jisoo finds her clit without help and rubs against it gently until Chaeyoung's hips twitch. She gasps, her neck arching, and Jisoo kisses its curve on instinct as Chaeyoung's body buckles beneath her movements. Her tongue licks over the tendons, and Chaeyoung whimpers when fingers drag through her wetness to find her entrance. She teases with one fingertip first but knows, as she slips it inside of her, that it won't be enough. She explores the new textures and lets her breath shudder from her with each reaction she creates within Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung's hands are in her hair and clutching at her wrist when she finally adds a second finger. She makes nonsensical sounds, and Jisoo bites her lip as she watches her. Their breasts drag against each other, and Jisoo accepts the desperate kisses that Chaeyoung tries to give her. It is lazy and weak. Gasps ring from her when the heel of Jisoo's palm rubs against her clit. Her eyes become dark and surprised. She looks lost and bewildered, but her fingers push at the back of Jisoo's underwear. Her thigh clenches between Jisoo's when Jisoo instinctively begins rubbing herself against it.
"Can I touch you?" Chaeyoung whispers between kisses, and Jisoo finds herself nodding without really thinking about it. The shudders won't stop, but she doesn't think she wants anything more than she wants Chaeyoung to touch her. She feels like a tide pulling back out to the sea. She wants everything to wash over her at once.
A hand grips her hip, and Jisoo moans when Chaeyoung pushes her backwards and traps her against the wall with a leg over her hip. Chaeyoung kisses her madly and tugs down the front of her underwear until it is halfway down Jisoo's thighs. Her movements are frantic, and her hips judder with a warning. Jisoo's wrist hurts, and her eyes open wide when Chaeyoung's palm slips between her legs. They flutter closed when careful fingertips drag through her, and she lets out a relieved moan when they find her clit.
She redoubles her efforts and pushes Chaeyoung back into the mattress because of it. Her hand slips between Jisoo's thighs, and Jisoo is unprepared for the sudden burst of feeling awakening her every nerve ending. Her movements falter, slow, and Chaeyoung whimpers as she strokes expertly over her. Her middle finger hovers at Jisoo's entrance, waiting, and all it takes is a lazy roll of Jisoo's hips before it slips inside.
It is like all the oxygen in the room leaves, and she can feel Chaeyoung watching her, choking back her shocked little pants of breath. They pause before everything seems to resume with warm, sticky slowness. Chaeyoung's finger stays still within her while Jisoo curls her wrist to hit higher inside her. She whimpers brokenly with each thrust, and Jisoo doesn't know if Chaeyoung's thumb keeps meaning to stroke her clit or if it is just a residual motion.
Chaeyoung's arm wraps around her shoulders and keeps her close. Jisoo's spare arm curls beneath her neck, kissing Chaeyoung slowly and lazily as her orgasm slowly builds. And she knows when it comes because she can feel it as if it were her own. Chaeyoung's face slackens, and her breath catches. Her body stiffens in Jisoo's arms, and the muscles inside of her squeeze so hard that Jisoo worries they might break her fingers. It feels like forever, a forever of her watching the tight tension that draws together Chaeyoung's expression before she falls apart. Her face slackens, and her breathing hitches. The muscles inside of her flutter and pulse while her hips twitch.
It is like her body rests, and Jisoo can't stop herself from leaning down to kiss her mouth to see if it tastes different.
She doesn't get long because as soon as Chaeyoung recovers, she urges Jisoo back onto her side and finishes dragging her underwear down her legs. She encourages her over, burying Jisoo in the white pillows beneath her. With a soft kiss on her forehead, Chaeyoung's fingers begin moving at the gentlest, sweetest pace that redraws Jisoo's attention completely. Jisoo's hands find the back of Chaeyoung's head and tangle into the ends of her hair. She curls it around her fingers and pulls Chaeyoung close enough to let her swallow every gasp that leaves her mouth and every kiss that urges her lips. She's gentle, and Jisoo's body floods with emotion and arousal when Chaeyoung fits another finger within her, almost as good as the stretch of her body when Chaeyoung thrusts deep inside her.
It is sweaty and cramped, but Chaeyoung doesn't stop sweeping the hair away from Jisoo's damp forehead. Noises leave her that she never knew she could make, and her limbs curl around Chaeyoung as Chaeyoung's fingers do magic things to her body. It should probably surprise her less how quickly she needs to come.
"Chaeng ..." she yelps, her arms wrapped around Chaeyoung's shoulders as Chaeyoung nuzzles into her neck. She can feel her wetness soaking her thighs and feels so fucking desperate as she spreads her legs more. It is a struggle with the sheet wrapped around them, but it works. It helps, and with that one movement, Chaeyoung finds a place deep inside of her that Jisoo is sure is a self-destruct button. She feels like her entire existence is shattering apart. Her body arches upwards at the sensation, and she comes so quickly that she doesn't have time to warn her. Her body shudders and trembles, and she lets out a sharp and loud cry that Chaeyoung smothers with a kiss while Jisoo's body quakes in her arms.
It feels like it lasts forever, and when she can breathe again, Chaeyoung is still gently stroking her back down. Her nose presses against Jisoo's cheek, and she can feel Chaeyoung grinning against her skin. She lets Chaeyoung stroke her until the feeling starts moving past comforting and back into the beginnings of something else before she reaches down to drag her hand away.
She tangles their fingers together and tries to drag them back up to the headboard. Chaeyoung uses the move to shift atop her and pin her against the mattress. Jisoo lets out a lazy laugh that only gets louder when Chaeyoung throws the pillows across the room. A cheek rests against her chest, and when she finally opens her eyes and looks down, Chaeyoung grins up at her.
"Hello," she smiles.
Jisoo rolls her eyes but reaches up to play with her hair anyway. "Don't be smug."
Chaeyoung hides her smile in Jisoo's skin but can't help but giggle a few moments later. Lips press over her chest and collarbones, and Jisoo can't fight the smirk on her face when Chaeyoung lets out a happy sigh.
"How are you?" Chaeyoung asks, and it is so fucking innocent and endearing that Jisoo pulls her down for a long, slow kiss. Chaeyoung pulls back, sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and nods knowingly. "I see. That's how it is."
Jisoo scoffs and closes her eyes. "So fucking smug."
"You love it," Chaeyoung chuckles, but when Jisoo opens her eyes, she looks down at her so carefully and curiously. Her smile is soft and gentle, and her spare hand pushes Jisoo's hair out of her eyes. "Are you okay?"
Jisoo gives her the coyest smile she can. "I'm pretty okay."
"Sure?"
"Very."
"Good," Chaeyoung mumbles and Jisoo enjoys how their bodies move as Chaeyoung shifts and starts kissing down her chest and stomach. "Because you haven't seen anything yet."
~~~~
Nobody has ever made her feel this happy.
It's an overwhelming thought, but nobody has given her the same sparkling happiness and contentment that Jisoo's mere presence has filled her with. She can't even fathom how Jisoo loving her makes her feel.
It's an indescribable addiction she never anticipated, and it's not even what she expected. She doesn't want the release and the hot, sweaty moments where all you can think about is coming. She doesn't care about sex. She wants the slow blink of Jisoo's eyes every time they look at her and the reverence that fills her expression. She wants the way that the simplest things make Jisoo tremble, always. She wants the look of relief that softens her features as she comes back down from her high. She wants the same lazy smile that Jisoo gives her every morning when she wakes up.
Chaeyoung has slept with many people, but she's never felt as protective of their experience as she has of Jisoo's. She wants it to be good. She wants her to be able to remember everything with happiness. She wants Jisoo to know that she's safe.
Chaeyoung also wants to make Jisoo come in as many ways as she can because she doesn't think she's ever seen something so beautiful.
She's indescribably proud of the gasp Jisoo lets out when she starts kissing down her chest and stomach. Chaeyoung anticipates the hands that grab her and takes them in her own to tangle them together. She rubs her nose innocently over the soft swell of Jisoo's belly until the pull of her breathing calms down.
"What are you doing?" Jisoo breathes when Chaeyoung drifts over to stroke the harsh jut of her hips with the tip of her nose.
Chaeyoung doesn't answer. She presses a lingering kiss to her skin before looking up at her.
"I can stop if you want me to," she mumbles because Jisoo knows what she's doing, but she's panicking. "Do you want me to stop?"
Jisoo barely hesitates before she shakes her head. Chaeyoung responds with an open-mouthed kiss against her pubic bone and hums at the shallow gasp Jisoo releases. Chaeyoung untangles her fingers from Jisoo's and then boldly guides her hands until they're atop her head. Jisoo's fingers automatically tangle in blonde hair, her hands shaking as Chaeyoung palms at her hips and tugs her closer.
"You can pull," she whispers, seconds before lowering her mouth to find Jisoo's centre.
Jisoo jolts, pulling Chaeyoung's hair as she pants out a Jesus Christ.
Chaeyoung chuckles against the softness of her, and it's probably not the best idea because Jisoo keens at the feel of it. She tastes delicious, and Chaeyoung buries her face in her because that's all she wants to do. She goes at her tongue first, and Jisoo resumes her shuddering as Chaeyoung takes her time exploring which parts of her excite the best responses.
She licks through the folds of her, and Jisoo gasps out unsteady breaths. She whimpers when Chaeyoung's tongue drifts close to her entrance. She becomes a bumbling mess of curse words when Chaeyoung sucks on her clit.
It pulls Chaeyoung away from her, giggling. "You have a dirty mouth," she mumbles.
Jisoo gives her a frustrated scoff, and Chaeyoung looks up to watch how her stomach muscles pull with her breathing.
"You are in no position to throw those words around right now," she hisses quickly. "Fuck, Chaeng."
Chaeyoung takes a long lick up the whole length of her to make her mad.
Jisoo grapples for the headboard, and Chaeyoung feels heels digging into her sides. She hums against her clit and sucks it greedily into her mouth when Jisoo's back arches.
Jisoo pants and writhes her hips, seeking out friction.
"Chaeng, please," she whimpers, and it's all Chaeyoung needs to hear before she's lapping steadily at her. Jisoo moans and tugs encouragingly at her hair. She yelps when Chaeyoung's tongue finds its way inside her and lets her thighs tighten around Chaeyoung's head. It gives Chaeyoung enough room to grip her ass, and she palms it gently as her tongue works within her.
She can tell that Jisoo is close by how her hips falter against Chaeyoung's movements. They jerk and shudder, but Chaeyoung never expects Jisoo to reach down and start rubbing at her clit. It sends a rush of warmth to her centre, and she can barely see Jisoo's face past the steady rhythm of her fingers.
She wishes she had never thrown all those pillows across the room because she could use one between her legs.
She is glad when Jisoo whimpers and pulls her away before grabbing Chaeyoung's hip. She urges her around, and it takes Chaeyoung too long to realize what Jisoo wants. She turns around in a daze and straddles Jisoo's chest before letting her tongue resume between her legs. She is sure that Jisoo is staring at her and wondering where to start because Jisoo comes when her mouth finds Chaeyoung's centre.
She is eager and all over the place but figures out the rhythm soon after her orgasm settles. Chaeyoung rests her cheek against her thigh and twitches against her as Jisoo's hands grip her waist. Jisoo laps at her entrance, sending a flood through Chaeyoung that Jisoo eagerly tastes. Chaeyoung has been on the cusp of coming since Jisoo took her shirt off, but her second orgasm takes forever. Jisoo doesn't seem to mind, and she figures out everything Chaeyoung likes before Chaeyoung can tell her. She scratches over Chaeyoung's ass and down her thighs. She drags her knuckles over Chaeyoung's stomach and uses the right amount of pressure to make her legs quiver.
When Chaeyoung reaches down to start rushing things along and rub at her clit, Jisoo shoves her hand away and starts stroking it for her. She makes delicate circles that instantly have Chaeyoung choking back moans and coming so hard it propels her forward. She moans so loudly she must bite down on the blankets she shoves into her mouth. She thinks she might black out when Jisoo keeps pulling her hips back to bring her down steadily. Chaeyoung is ready to collapse, but then Jisoo doesn't stop. She doesn't stop, and before Chaeyoung knows it, there are fingers back inside her, and she is coming all over again.
She pretty much face-plants into the mattress and is glad when Jisoo somehow manages to escape from beneath her to crawl up and lay beside her. A hand presses comfortingly against Chaeyoung's back as her hips twitch into the mattress. A chin rests against her shoulder, and Chaeyoung leans forward, kissing the taste of herself from Jisoo's mouth. Jisoo laughs into her lips.
"You're a fast learner," Chaeyoung comments breathlessly.
Jisoo snorts and kisses her ear before swiping sweaty blond strands from Chaeyoung's neck.
Chaeyoung opens an eye and nods. "I mean it," she slurs as Jisoo kisses her forehead. "You're a genius. Top-notch work."
Jisoo props herself up on an elbow, and Chaeyoung practically purrs when she starts stroking her hairline with a delicate thumb. She buries her face into the pillow, and Jisoo's smile warms the room. It feels so natural to turn and curl into her arms. Chaeyoung likes how their naked bodies fit together as Jisoo quietly wraps her limbs around her.
"I love you," Chaeyoung whispers.
Jisoo's mouth presses against the bridge of her nose. "I love you, too."
Chaeyoung smiles at the reminder and lets her hands press against Jisoo's body.
"We had sex," she says stupidly.
A laugh erupts from Jisoo's swollen lips. Her fingers continue to play with the wispy hair at Chaeyoung's hairline. "We had a lot of sex."
Chaeyoung shamelessly gropes her backside before squeezing her hip. "We could have more, though."
Jisoo's brow raises, and she nods. "We could," she agrees. "But I'm starving."
"I know something you could eat," Chaeyoung whispers without thinking. It earns her an amused but stern look from Jisoo. She smirks shyly. "Worth a try."
"Hot pot," Jisoo whispers, ignoring her and rolling over her to reach beneath the bed. "Lots of hot pot. With chicken and maybe mangoes."
Chaeyoung is too preoccupied with the bare breasts on her face to listen to the continuing list of food Jisoo makes out loud. She hands Chaeyoung her laptop, and Chaeyoung looks at it stupidly before Jisoo smirks.
"You can have me any way you want," she whispers, and it is so bold and forward that Chaeyoung is ready to throw the laptop against the wall and shout fuck it at the universe. She is seconds away from pinning Jisoo to the bed when she rolls out of it and stands before her. Chaeyoung feels like a teenage boy because she is so fucking naked. Jisoo stands there with her hands on her hips and a knowing smile. "You can have me any way you want ... but you have got to feed me first. I need sustenance, Park."
She grabs the shirt she had dragged off Chaeyoung's body from the floor, and her hips sway as she makes her way to the bathroom. She gives Chaeyoung a smirk before she disappears, and Chaeyoung collapses into the mattress, already replaying her most recent memories.
Jisoo is probably going to kill her, she thinks. But what a way to go.