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If there’s one thing Ryujin loves, it's teasing her girlfriend. It was true when they were doing their whole “will they, won’t they” thing that drove all of their friends crazy in college, and it’s true now even after four years out in the real world together. You can’t blame her, really. Yeji just makes it so easy. She whines, she pouts, and she never admits it when she’s losing. It’s cute as hell and way too fun for Ryujin to find any reason to stop. Also is it even bullying if Yeji never really seems to mind after the fact? No. It’s not. It’s just one of the things Ryujin enjoys in life.
So yeah, Ryujin loves teasing Yeji. Loves it almost as much as she loves Yeji herself. Not quite as much, but it’s a close second.
It’s Saturday night, and they’re out with their friends at their favorite club. Ryujin is going shot for shot on some soju with Chaeryeong as they usually do. Yuna is in some red wine girl era right now, and Yeji—as always—is drinking with Jisu, something she’s never been able to handle.
“You’re so red,” Yuna laughs, causing everyone to stare at Yeji.
Jisu straight up points across the booth and laughs. “We’ve had like two shots. How are you such a lightweight?”
“I’m not!” Yeji scoffs.
Ryujin throws an arm over her shoulders and peers at her with a furrowed brow, causing Yeji to startle.
“Not red, or not a lightweight?” she asks.
“Both?”
Ryujin gasps in mock surprise. “You’re both? Never thought someone as stubborn as you would admit that! First time for everything I guess.”
Yeji whines at that, and Ryujin wouldn’t be surprised if she was kicking her feet under the table. Even Chaeryeong laughs behind her hand at the display.
Okay, maybe it isn’t the first time Ryujin has messed with Yeji today. Maybe she said she looked like she “went shopping at the lesbian store” when they were getting ready, causing Yeji to swap her flannel out for a leather jacket in a huff. Maybe she joined in with Yuna during dinner to call out the way that Yeji never eats until Ryujin has finished serving them both. It’s honestly charming. Ryujin likes taking care of her in those little ways. But if Yuna’s gonna give her an opportunity to make Yeji blush and fluster she’s gonna take it.
It’s all standard procedure.
There’s only one issue. It seems like tonight Yeji’s decided to start teasing Ryujin back. She doesn’t have the same pain-in-the-ass power that Ryujin does. It was hard for her to accept in the beginning, but it’s rare now—after so many years—that she tries to beat Ryujin at her own game. Unfortunately for Ryujin, Yeji has found…other ways that she can retaliate.
Tonight it starts with her hand traveling further down Ryujin’s back as they wait for their drinks at the bar until it sits snugly in the back pocket of her jeans. There’s nothing weird about the gesture. They’ve always been a touchy couple (were touchy before they were a couple, hence the annoyed friends), and Yeji is a flirty drunk. So no, nothing weird about the hand on the ass. Or the lingering looks, her eyes dark whenever Ryujin glances up to meet them. That’s par for the course for drunk Yeji too. Sometimes at least.
The problem is that it doesn’t stop there. When they return to their booth, Yeji immediately rests her hand on Ryujin’s upper thigh, not sparing her more than a glance as she and Chaeryeong launch right back into their debate on the most iconic Girls Generation era. Yuna’s talking to her about something, and she’s responding, but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation with the way Yeji is stroking her thumb down the seam of her jeans. The touch leaves a trail of fire across Ryujin’s inner-thigh. It’s not long before it begins to spread and she has to cross her legs to attempt to ignore the heat that’s already beginning to pool in her lower belly.
Yeji goes back to the bar with Jisu to do tequila shots while Chaeryeong and Yuna head to the bathroom. Ryujin holds down the table and watches Yeji (and Jisu) to pass the time. They’re laughing with the bartender, both of them so loud that Ryujin can hear it over the music. She can still feel the ghost of Yeji’s touch, can’t help herself from thinking about what would’ve happened if she had moved her hand up instead of down.
Before she can further entertain or shoo away the rogue thought she feels the familiar weight of Yeji’s stare. She’s watching her from the bar, wearing that cocky smile that Ryujin will never admit is hot as hell.
Ryujin raises an eyebrow in challenge and mouths, “what?” Yeji just laughs and turns to Jisu who sprinkles the salt on the back of her hand. And then. And then she’s running the flat of her tongue against the skin slow, eyes pinning Ryujin down with the weight of a promise. She stops breathing for a second, thinks about other places that tongue has been. It’s exactly where Yeji wants her brain to go, but there’s only so much you can do when Hwang Yeji is trying to get you hot and bothered in public.
Jisu cheers as they do a love shot, and Ryujin chuckles at the way that Yeji’s face screws up at the bitter taste. It’s not funny anymore when she bites into the lime wedge, juice dripping down her wrist. Ryujin is distantly aware of the way Jisu laughs at the mess she made, but she’s laser-focused on the way Yeji’s tongue flicks out of her mouth—wet and pink—to catch the drop.
Fuck.
All four of them arrive back at the table in a boisterous group. Chaeryeong is practically jumping up and down begging someone to come dance with her. Yeji gives Ryujin one last loaded look before letting herself be dragged away. Her lips are still a bit wet from the lime and it takes all of Ryujin’s considerable willpower to keep her thoughts PG-13.
Of course Yeji looks extra handsome tonight. All loose hair and light makeup, her leather jacket discarded now so she’s just in a white crop top and jeans. She dances like she was born for it too (as always and because she was), movements big and sure. Chaeryeong is killing it too of course, matching Yeji’s power and fire with fluidity and grace.
She’ll forgive Ryujin if she’s not the one she’s staring at, mouth hanging open a bit because damn. She’s been watching Yeji dance for eight years now and she’ll never really be able to handle it. Yeji’s head is thrown back now, revealing the column of her throat. Ryujin’s head is overcome with the desire to bite. All of a sudden, Yeji’s eyes meet hers, narrowed and smug like she knows exactly what’s going through her mind. She winks and runs a hand through her hair, lips quirking up into an infuriating little smirk.
“God, Ryujin, you’re so whipped,” Yuna snorts.
She tears her attention away from the dance floor to direct a glare at the girl.
“Shut up, boss baby,” she gripes, flicking a wadded up straw wrapper across the table.
Yuna yelps as the paper bounces off of her forehead, and Jisu cackles from where she’s been sipping her drink. An ally as always. Good old Jisu. Ryujin grins at her, but the expression slips off her face at the smug look that’s being pointed her way.
“Yuna’s right. I don’t know how you two get grosser every year, but you do. You really do.”
Ryujin shrugs and throws back the last of her long-forgotten soju. “At least I have a girlfriend.”
Jisu snorts. “Okay, low blow, Shin.”
Yuna flicks the wrapper back at her but misses. Ryujin points and laughs, satisfied that they’re distracted from the fact that yes, she is very much whipped for her girlfriend. But honestly, who isn’t whipped for Yeji?
Ryujin manages to keep her cool after that, she can’t fully ignore Yeji (and Chaeryeong) as they dance, but she’s definitely being more normal about it now. Definitely. Especially since it’s incredibly clear now that Yeji is doing this on purpose. Just like everything else tonight apparently.
After a couple more songs, the pair come back sweaty and buzzing with energy. Yeji is glowing and flushed, her toothy grin splitting her face as she laughs at something Chaeryeong says. Her eyes meet Ryujin’s and glint with something dangerous as she slides into the booth and practically onto the girl’s lap. She smells like sweat and tequila and Yeji.
“Like what you see?” she purrs into Ryujin’s ear.
“Always do.”
Ryujin gives her a peck on the cheek, right on her perfect little mole. She would like to do something much less chaste, but they have an audience. Yeji preens and leans in even closer, slender fingers straightening Ryujin’s collar and smoothing her shirt against her chest. Her touch remains for a few seconds too long, and Ryujin is worried Yeji can feel the way her heart is about to beat out of her chest. The touch is barely anything really, but she’s already so wound up that she can feel herself get wet as she thinks about all of the places she’d rather have those hands.
“What a coincidence, so do I.”
When Ryujin looks up with a nervous chuckle Chaeryeong is wearing a fond if not slightly tired smile. Jisu and Yuna look far less impressed.
Jisu takes a sip of what is definitely Yeji’s drink and says, “I would love it if you two would get a room. You’re worse than usual tonight.”
“Didn’t know it was possible,” Yuna adds.
Yeji laughs and, as if a switch has been flipped, scoots a bit away from Ryujin to start talking in her rambling yet irresistible way. Apparently mollified by the reduction in PDA, their friends move on and keep chatting, voices raised over the music and each other. Ryujin is too distracted to really participate. Yeji had been so touchy and flirtatious over the last few hours that her brain doesn’t really know what to do now that she’s fundamentally being ignored. Yeji’s hand brushes against her every once in a while when she gesticulates, but she barely looks at Ryujin, apparently too absorbed in whatever she and Jisu are shouting about now.
Ryujin’s wires are all crossed, the way Yeji is casually ignoring her somehow turning her on even more than all the touching. Or because of it? She doesn’t know or care at this point. She knows exactly what she wants from Yeji and it’s not happening at this goddamn club. Even as her brain screams at her that she’s going to lose in whatever is going on with Yeji right now, Ryujin gives in, slips her arm around her girlfriend’s waist, and rests her head on her shoulder. Yeji’s skin is hot from the dancing and the alcohol. Ryujin tries not to audibly gulp as a bout of laughter makes her abs contract under her wandering fingers. Yeji relaxes into the touch, plants a kiss on the top of her head, but otherwise barely pays her any mind.
Ryujin manages to last thirty more minutes before it’s too much.
“I’m getting tired. Might have to head home soon.” She stretches to accentuate her point.
Their friends all seem to buy it, agreeing in various ways that it's getting pretty late. Yeji though, Yeji looks at her like she knows. Again. And doesn’t she? Not only can she see through Ryujin unlike anyone else, but she absolutely did this on fucking purpose.
The ride home is silent, the air thick. Ryujin stares out the window of the cab and tries not to make a sound as Yeji’s hand scratches idly at her upper thigh before traveling upward to toy with her waistband. She shifts in her seat and holds her breath.
Fifteen minutes later, they’re in the elevator at their apartment building. Neither has said a word since they left the club. Ryujin because she doesn’t trust herself to not demand that Yeji fuck her right there. They’ve gotten a bit carried away in the elevator before. It was fun, but Ryujin is looking for a bit more than some heavy petting tonight. They reach their floor, and Yeji saunters out of the elevator, Ryujin hot on her heels.
The second the door is locked behind them, Ryujin grabs Yeji by her stupid sexy leather jacket and pulls her down into a searing kiss. Yeji sighs into her mouth and Ryujin melts into the sensation. She loves how Yeji is always so pliant for her, so good. They makeout for long enough—Ryujin pressing Yeji into the door—that she almost forgets she’s supposed to be annoyed. Almost .
She finally pulls away. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Yeji is grinning at her, practically has hearts in her eyes. “You’re cute when you’re annoying, but I have to get back at you sometimes.”
Ryujin glares at her but knows she looks way too smitten for Yeji to think she’s anything but. And honestly it’s hard to keep up the act when she can’t take her eyes off of Yeji’s lips. She traces a finger over her perfect cupid’s bow and enjoys the way she shivers under the touch, eyes glazing over.
“And just how are you planning on getting back at me?”
The air leaves her lungs as Yeji flips them around, her taller frame caging Ryujin in, a thigh pushing between her legs with delicious pressure. Ryujin is already so turned on from all the buildup that she can’t stop the moan that tears out of her throat.
“Already, Ryujinnie?” Yeji murmurs into the tendon of her neck where she’s already planting wet kisses. “Careful, you don’t wanna stroke my ego too much.”
Ryujin scoffs, but it has no bite to it, not with the way she’s craning her neck and pushing into Yeji’s touch, eyes screwed shut.
She still manages to say, “Like your ego could get any bigger.”
Yeji hums in response but doesn’t deny it, instead moving her hands from Ryujin’s hips to cup her ass. She trails kisses up her neck until she’s nibbling at the sensitive skin of her earlobe.
Yeji’s breath is hot as she whispers, “I spent way too long thinking about this to fuck you in our front hall.”
And, god, when Yeji gets like this there’s no point in even pretending to resist her. Ryujin’s hips buck, giving her a moment of friction before Yeji pulls away. She knows she’s a mess—leaning hard against the door and panting just from a makeout session—but she doesn’t care. They’ve been together for too long for her to feel any embarrassment. Besides, she knows Yeji gets off on turning Ryujin on, can practically see her pupils dilate as she takes in her disheveled state with hungry eyes.
Ryujin is the first to gather herself. She grabs Yeji’s hand and pulls her further into the apartment, kicking her shoes off to god knows where as Yeji stumbles out of her sneakers.
Yeji gives a delighted giggle. “Needy tonight aren’t we?”
Ryujin just continues on her way to the bedroom, not dignifying her with a response. Yeah maybe she’s a little needy from being practically edged all night. She needs Yeji’s fingers. Or mouth. Or strap. She’s not feeling particularly picky tonight. She just needs Yeji. Yeji, who sweeps past her into the room and takes a seat on the side of the bed. There’s a question in her eyes as they burn into her. Ryujin feels herself float towards the bed. Any semblance of patience is gone when she finally settles into Yeji’s lap, knees on either side of her thighs.
Yeji’s hands return to her ass, squeezing this time, pulling Ryujin even closer as she surges up to connect their mouths once more. She wastes no time, tongue licking into Ryujin’s mouth with abandon. Her hands are encouraging the roll of Ryujin’s hips, the friction from her jeans already enough to have her soaking, but she needs more. Yeji moans into her mouth and brings a hand up to snake under her shirt and brush against a nipple.
A little choked moan comes out of Ryujin’s mouth, which just makes Yeji smile against her as she strokes the same spot again and again with an infuriatingly light touch. She finally brings her other hand up and fully cups Ryujin’s tits. She sighs and pushes her chest forward into the touch.
“No bra, hm? Were you planning on this, my love? Wanted to tease me so I’d touch you?”
Ryujin shakes her head, not really caring about what she’s responding to. Her senses are too overwhelmed by Yeji, Yeji, Yeji to even think about banter. The way she’s rolling a nipple here, squeezing with an open palm there... Yeji’s touch has always bordered on overwhelming. Her hands always constantly moving as if she’s trying to commit Ryujin to memory for the thousandth time.
Ryujin falls into a rhythm—rolling her hips more to chase the little bit of friction that Yeji’s allowing her—and groans as Yeji begins to bite and suck the delicate skin at the base of her throat with an enthusiasm that borders on feral.
“You’re gonna leave a mark,” she rasps.
Yeji pulls back after a moment, lips wet, eyes dark. “That’s the plan.”
Ryujin rolls her eyes. It’s both annoying and hot how much Yeji loves giving her hickies. Yeah, it’s fun in the moment, but is it really worth all the concealer she goes through? They just breathe for a moment, Yeji surveying her work with a predatory glint in her eyes. And okay, maybe it is worth it.
“You’re so sexy, Ryujinnie. Wanna taste you.”
And yeah, Ryujin wants that like yesterday. She stands up to shimmy out of her jeans. Soon enough Yeji is pulling her closer by the backs of her thighs. Eyes hazy and locked onto Ryujin’s boyshorts. And then, Yeji’s mouth is on her, wet and so so hot even through the fabric. She gasps into the sensation, hips moving on instinct as Yeji noses her clit and hums in contentment.
Ryujin is honestly far gone enough that she could come from just a bit more of this, but, “More, Yeji, I need—”
The words catch in her throat as Yeji pulls her underwear down and immediately licks a stripe up her cunt. Ryujin can already tell she’s not gonna last long tonight. Especially not with Yeji sighing as she sucks on her clit before returning to long, firm strokes of her tongue.
She stops for a moment, and Ryujin’s eyes flutter open. She’s not even sure when they closed or when her fingers knotted into Yeji’s soft hair. That anchor and Yeji’s hands grasping at her thighs are the only reasons she’s even still on her feet at this point.
Yeji is staring up at her from the edge of the bed, cat-like eyes glazed over with desire, chest heaving.
“God,” She whines, “Always taste so good,”
Ryujin feels herself clench around nothing. No matter how many times they’ve had sex, she can never truly get used to just how affected Yeji is by making her feel good. It’s not uncommon for her to come just seconds after bringing Ryujin to her climax, grinding into her own palm at a desperate pace, eyes half closed and mouth hanging open or meeting Ryujin’s in an urgent kiss. Ryujin loves to watch her like that. Loves to see her come crashing over the edge while her head is still cottony and light from her own climax. But she also likes to be the one to make Yeji come. She deserves as much for how good she always makes Ryujin feel.
Ryujin doesn’t realize she’s drifted off until Yeji gives her side a gentle squeeze, eyes clearing up a bit as she tilts her head in question.
“Everything okay up there?”
She presses a gentle kiss just below Ryujin’s navel, making her squirm.
“Yeah, I’m just, can we…?”
Ryujin struggles her way through the sentence as Yeji presses more kisses to her belly and down her thighs. Her eyes are shining with barely concealed amusement now, which is enough for Ryujin to shove her away with an offended laugh.
“Let me talk, jerk!”
Yeji smiles up at her, innocent expression in stark contrast with the way her lips are gleaming.
“Go ahead, love.”
Ryujin rolls her eyes at Yeji’s shit-eating grin, but the pet name makes her feel floaty and warm.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Yeji blinks, eyes almost comically wide as she processes the request. Ryujin’s triumph is temporary however, and she shudders as Yeji’s expression is overtaken by a raw hunger. She runs her thumb across her lips, slow, and doesn’t blink as she licks off what remains of Ryujin’s slick.
A moment later, as Yeji strips down to her boxers and wrangles with the harness, Ryujin throws on a gentle playlist and turns on their bedside lamps. They both like to put music on when they have the forethought, and with the speed Yeji’s moving Ryujin knows she only has a little time to set the mood before it’s too late. She throws off the rest of her clothes, glad to be rid of the constricting fabric. It’s also nice to hear the way Yeji’s breathing hitches and feel the heat of her meticulous gaze as it drags across every inch of her body
“God…” Yeji breathes.
“I could say the same, get over here already.”
Yeji obliges, and Ryujin can’t help but appreciate the view as she walks across the room. She’s just in her boxers and sports bra now, her skin golden and flushed. Her dark hair is falling into her face a bit and still mussed from being tangled between Ryujin’s fingers. Ryujin’s cunt throbs as her eyes catch on the dildo. It’s a pretty blue one that they’ve been using for so long it’s practically a part of Yeji by now.
They both like it when Ryujin’s on top. The angle feels better for her, and Yeji likes free range for her constantly wandering hands. They get into position, giggling at the inherent awkwardness of shuffling around among the pillows. Ryujin kisses Yeji’s nose and laughs as she feels it scrunch up beneath her lips.
The air leaves the room as Ryujin eases her way onto the strap. She’s already so wet and ready from Yeji’s mouth that it slips in without any trouble. She sighs into the delicious stretch, hands gripping Yeji’s shoulders. Yeji, whose eyes are locked onto the way the silicone disappears into her. She lets out a low groan as their bodies meet. Ryujin rests her forehead against Yeji’s as she adjusts to the sensation.
After a moment, Yeji gives an experimental thrust, and Ryujin feels a moan tear out of her, high and full. Encouraged, Yeji repeats the movement until she hits a mind-melting pace. There’s no room for slow buildup at this point. Ryujin wants to come just as badly as Yeji wants to make her.
Ryujin—already spent—just hangs on, arms looped around Yeji’s neck. Has she mentioned that dating a dancer has the added benefit of having a girlfriend with incredible control of her hips? Because it does.
She doesn’t know what kinds of sounds she’s making at this point. Can feel desperate little ah, ah, ahs tumbling from her lips as Yeji pounds into her. Yeji is practically growling into her neck as she bites at the sensitive skin.
“Yeji, I need…”
She doesn’t finish the request, but Yeji knows, she always knows. One arm wraps around the small of her back while the other hand moves to her clit. A few tight circles spell the end for Ryujin. She comes with a strangled wail and can only hope their neighbors are already asleep because she’s not sure she’s ever made a sound like that before.
Yeji works her through the aftershocks until her body finally relaxes. Even with her head still spinning, Ryujin can tell she’s about to pull out and stick her hand right into her boxers to finish the job. Not tonight. Ryujin wants to make her come so bad she can’t think about anything else. Yeji deserves it. She deserves to feel how Ryujin does right now.
“You’re so good, Yeji. Always making me come. Such a good girl for me.” She grinds down hard.
She’s not even sure what she’s saying, lost in the receding waves of her orgasm and the building need to see Hwang Yeji absolutely wrecked under her. But she knows her girlfriend, knows how much she likes praise. The words activate something in Yeji, her eyes flashing with something vulnerable and wild. Ryujin grips firm shoulders, nails digging into the skin as Yeji fucks up into her with renewed urgency. Ryujin can imagine how the flat base of the dildo feels as it grinds against Yeji’s clit through her underwear, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Yeji’s mouth is hanging open now and she’s letting out these desperate little sounds and throaty groans that are making Ryujin feel a bit insane. She slams into Yeji’s mouth for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, both of them too gone for any finesse.
“Want you to come. Made me feel so good. Can you come for me, baby?”
Yeji lets out a choked sound that borders on a sob as her hips stutter up once, twice, three times. Ryujin is overstimulated to hell, but it’s a delicious sort of sting that causes her to clench around the silicone once more and grind her hips down to meet Yeji’s erratic thrusts. Her second orgasm isn’t far behind, shorter but even more intense than the last. She finally gives into the urge that she felt all of those hours ago at the club and bites down onto Yeji’s neck, relishing in the little flinch and the way she hisses at the sting.
Eventually, Yeji lets out a final ragged sigh as her movements still. Ryujin fully slumps against her, and they just sit there for a minute, still connected at the hips, sweaty and spent. She’s drifting off a bit despite herself, floating in the afterglow. Yeji is no better. She lets out a silly little giggle and soothes a hand up and down Ryujin’s spine in a hypnotic rhythm.
Ryujin’s heart clenches at the sound, and she’s so taken with the love she feels for Yeji in that moment that it would scare her if she didn’t feel so safe. She pushes herself up to look down at the loose smile on Yeji’s face.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
Yeji’s smile widens until it’s blinding. “I love you more. Let's go to bed.”
“You don’t, but yes. Let’s.”
Ryujin holds her breath as she lifts herself up and Yeji pulls out. All she wants to do is roll over and pass out, but Yeji coaxes her into cleaning herself up a bit in the bathroom first.
It’s not long before they’re back in bed with brushed teeth and fresh underwear. Yeji pulls her into a cuddle immediately, all wiggly and giddy despite the late hour. She burrows her face into the back of Ryujin’s neck and peppers it with feather-light kisses.
Ryujin cracks open an eye and glares over her shoulder.
“Can you chill?” she grouses, “It’s like three in the morning.”
Yeji stops moving, but Ryujin can feel the way she’s practically vibrating with late night energy and words unsaid.
She sighs. “What?”
“I was just thinking I should tease you more often. I think I’m actually pretty good at it. Like, I definitely won tonight. I beat Shin Ryujin at her own game.”
Ryujin can hear her goofy smile without needing to see it. She can’t help but laugh because Yeji is cute even when she’s keeping her up. Also she finds it hard to be even a little bit annoyed at someone who just gave her two earth-shattering orgasms, so sue her. She could argue for the sake of it, kind of wants to, but…
“Sure, Yeji. Whatever you say.”
Drifting to sleep with Yeji’s comforting warmth pressed into her back, Ryujin can’t help but feel like she’s the one who won.