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Chaeryeong is a level-headed person, she likes to observe and think things through before acting on anything. She detests making irrational choices and diving headfirst into things with a half-baked plan. She attended the meeting when their production team told Yeji about the year-end special collab stage opportunity. She was ecstatic, those stages – in her humble opinion – were some of Yeji’s best work, she loves watching them and adores it when that fire lights up in Yeji’s eyes (plus the bonus of experiencing the adrenaline rush after the stage). Yeji hadn’t spoiled anything about the outfit she chose, only mentioning it’d have a hint of leopard print for an early 2000s throwback. Chaeryeong wished Yeji had warned her. She wished she had pushed more, and worked her magic to get Yeji to crack, maybe then she could have prepared herself for this. Ryujin and her specifically hung back to watch Yeji’s stage, Ryujin was planning to leave from the broadcast station back to her parents’ place but stayed for the surprise Yeji promised them. “What the fuck.” Ryujin whispers, next to her. Understatement. That wasn’t nearly enough to describe what they were going through. Yeji spots them and immediately lights up, mouthing something to the staff, probably asking to step away for a minute but all Chaeryeong can see is the sway in Yeji’s hips as she draws closer. In a leather mini skirt with sharp pleats that accentuated her figure, a pair of black tights hugged her long legs perfectly, tucked into a pair of chunky boots. To think that it would only get worse as her eyes raked back up, a leather corset-like top, exposing her shoulders, customised with leopard print details along her sides, with a long front zip that covered her middle but curled higher to show off a sliver of skin. A pair of fingerless black gloves complete the look, strapped with a bold splash of leopard print and synthetic fur across the back. “Was afraid I’d miss you two.” Yeji says, smiling so brightly and gently, even with a hint of a nervous smile at the corner of her lips. Chaeryeong can’t even dwell on that because she’s too distracted by her face, eyes even sharper with the striking blue contacts and winged eyeliner combo, she’d ditched the extensions from their group stage and left her hair purposefully messy. The worst thing about this ensemble is the black leather, silver studded choker around her neck, fitted with a bold buckle that is begging to be touched. “Yeji.” Ryujin sighs, “You-” She gestures vaguely with her hands while the words die out on the tip of her tongue, jaw open and looking up and down as she tries and fails to formulate the rest of her sentence. Yeji pulls her glove off and takes Ryujin’s hand gently, intertwining them even as Ryujin stares, still in shock, she smiles and squeezes her hand, “Text us when you get home.” Ryujin laughs disbelievingly and tightens her hold around Yeji’s hand, “You really had to pull this right before I left?” “Why?” Yeji chuckles, “Do you like it?” Ryujin rolls her eyes and rests her hand on the small of Chaeryeong’s back. She leans against her side and whispers in her ear, “Have fun tonight.” Chaeryeong chuckles and nods, “I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” Ryujin’s thumb gently brushes her back as she winks, Chaeryeong supposes that will suffice as a goodbye kiss for now. Ryujin pulls away from the two of them and Chaeryeong suddenly wishes she had an easy out too, she doesn’t want to confront the insanity that is Yeji’s choice of outfit for this stage. Yeji steps closer to her and Chaeryeong gulps, she can almost taste the traces of cinnamon in the air as she smiles sleazy, “Any thoughts on my outfit?” Chaeryeong has a lot of thoughts but none of them are remotely decent enough to be repeated out loud. “I think you should hurry up and finish this recording.” Chaeryeong settles on, keeping her voice nice and plain. Yeji’s posture falters for a second, that reaction wasn’t what she was after. Chaeryeong takes the glove from her and sighs, gesturing for Yeji’s hand, deliberately batting her eyelashes as she says, “The sooner you wrap this up, the sooner I tell you what I think.” Yeji practically bolts to get the final touches sorted as she waits for her two stage-mates. She’s unbelievably cute when she wants to be. Chaeryeong finds a nice comfy couch to relax and people-watch. The big common area is admittedly a nice change of scenery, it’s close to the stage, perfect to save them time from running up and down for touch-ups, and has floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, perfect to destress just before a stage. But she’s more occupied with a certain someone, her sun-kissed skin, those siren eyes, her whole demeanour with this outfit. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Yeji even if she tried, honestly, she doesn’t mind waiting if this was the view. The problem is – she’s not the only one looking. She overhears a collection of gasps when Yeji heads over to an empty wall to take photos, each pose drawing out a new reaction. She forcefully swallows the growls rising in her chest, this was fine, their own staff gassing her up to get the best photos was understandable. She’d most definitely join in too if that was it, what was less understandable was staff from other companies joining in. If that wasn’t trouble enough, she spots a bright pink-haired idol meandering their way through the hallway and Chaeryeong’s jaw starts to ache. When Yeji told her about the lineup — Giselle and Julie. She immediately remembered Giselle and Yeji’s encounter, leading to a fun night where she gave Yeji some much needed reminders. When Yeji caught up with Giselle a week later, needless to say, she made sure she left her mark on Yeji before she stepped out the door. Despite her glaring claim, sending a very clear signal that she should back off, it still doesn’t sit nicely when Giselle strolls up to Yeji and pulls her into a hug. An excited squeal and flurry of footsteps cuts through the chatter and soon Julie joins the pile, nearly knocking both of them over. Chaeryeong doesn’t know much about her, one of those friend-of-a-friend situations. She only recently learnt that she was another omega from Natty, but she’d be blind to say that Julie wasn’t insanely hot either. However, the way Julie’s hand stays a bit longer on Yeji’s waist, seemingly familiar with it, raised an eyebrow. Chaeryeong stands up abruptly and ventures off to find the nearest vending machine. Some fresh air would do her head much better than watching people fawn and stick to Yeji. Besides, they’re professionals, and this is a collab stage where they’re gathering people who suit the concept and embody Britney’s Toxic phenom. It just so happens that it’s Yeji with two other omegas. More importantly, none of this was a problem because Chaeryeong wouldn’t call herself possessive. She’s not some needy omega who’s blind to how attractive her alpha is, it’s part of the job. She’s reading too much into things. She picked up an extra bottle of sweet barley tea for Yeji and sent Ryujin a quick text before heading back. Catching the end of their first take, all three of them huddled around the TV screen, waiting for the playback. Yeji was staring at the screen, out of breath. Holding a hand fan close with her mouth slightly ajar as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes immediately sharpen as the playback starts. No matter what stage or video she monitoring, she’s always so intense, scanning for every detail to ensure it meets her standard. Chaeryeong’s been on the receiving end of those eyes and toys with interrupt her just to catch a glimpse of them again, always eager to be pinned down by Yeji in more ways than one. Julie playfully punches Yeji’s shoulder, and Chaeryeong shakes her head and refocuses, what the fuck was that. She points to something on the screen, the blush on her high cheekbones evident even at this distance. She takes a step closer, and Chaeryeong’s eyes narrow. Now she’s unnecessarily close to Yeji and heat prickles at the back of her neck when she realises why. The tail end of Yeji’s choker was dislodged from its loop, an unfortunate byproduct of the power she puts behind her dancing. If Chaeryeong thought the pit in her stomach after the outfit reveal was bad, this was astronomically worse, an even stronger, or rather a more dangerous, unruly type that’s been festering ever since that chorus of giggles. Julie giggles and flicks the dislodged end teasingly. Chaeryeong nearly crushes the bottle in her hands. Yeji takes a cautious step back and quickly holds onto the end, trying to thread the loop back in place. (Good, that’s her Yeji). But she gets distracted when Giselle bumps her other shoulder, pointing to the screen, gasping and fanning herself while watching Yeji on screen — the part where she covers her eyes with the back of her hands and leaves just her lips on show. Everyone huddled around the monitor lets out varying degrees of awed gasps at the screen. Yeji breaks into a laugh, a little flustered from all the attention, she shakes her head and tries to fix her choker. Chaeryeong takes a step before her brain catches up but stops dead in her tracks when a member of their stylist team, about a head shorter than Yeji, hurries in front of her and reaches to adjust the choker. Yeji brushed her hair back and kept her head up, keeping her eyes on the screen, frazzled and off-kilter. Chaeryeong is one giggle away from marching over and making a statement. She’s got a saccharine smile and copious amounts of polite professional greetings ready, but Yeji turns towards her and their eyes meet. There’s no panic in Yeji’s eyes. Chaeryeong would even say that she looked relieved. She sighs, she was right (of course she was). The problem wasn’t Yeji, not her gentle, loving, loyal Yeji. Who treats her exactly like the princess she always calls her. Who finds her among the crowd and seems to focus on her and her only, despite the plethora of distractions. It would normally be enough to keep her happy for the next however many takes it took to wrap up. She’d send her a subtle wink and Yeji would flash that perfect toothy smile. It would have been a very sweet moment if Yeji wasn’t in the middle of getting her choker readjusted. In fact, it’s infinitely worse that Yeji’s staring at her. Those tendons shift with each breath she takes, all that muscle tensing and relaxing like they were made to drive people to the brink of insanity. A pair of foreign hands so close to Yeji’s neck, where just last week, they delved deeper into some play and she had Yeji like a mess of putty in her hands. She knows how sensitive that whole area is, and decided to make a nice home for herself there. She loves pressing her lips against her neck and has wholeheartedly lost count of the times she’s suppressed the urge to bite down. She wants to be the one to fasten it on Yeji, to have her stay still and obedient as she takes her sweet time tightening and buckling it, and have her gasping into her ear when she inevitably tugs on it. She chuckles dryly, to watch someone else fumbling around her territory. If Yeji deliberately chose this choker, she should not be surprised to find out later that Chaeryeong wants to rip it off her and fasten it tighter. Chaeryeong has the self-awareness to know the heat that creeps up on her is equal parts justified and ugly. But there’s nothing she can do to stop the dryness that threatens to constrict her throat, she tears her eyes away from Yeji and clutches the bottle of tea tighter, desperately taking a large gulp of it, trying to put out the fire calling for Yeji’s touch. She didn’t know what was taking so long for Yeji’s collar to be adjusted but she didn’t want to know, nor care. She didn’t want to think about how hot Yeji was standing there, breathless, sharp eyes dialled into monitoring, surrounded by three women who were standing dangerously close to Yeji, all salivating over her. She walks away to a quieter corner, one with a screen so she can actually do what she came here for, and watch Yeji perform, and not watch people drool over her. Chaeryeong flops down on her couch, trying to calm herself with another sip of tea. She faintly hears the call, rounding them up for another take. The second take passes quickly. She tries to focus on Yeji only, but every time the camera pans to the other two idols, she feels an uncomfortable burn rise from her chest. She rolls her eyes and stops watching, she should have gone with Ryujin, she’d be on her way to a comforting home-cooked meal instead of whatever this was. Was Yeji taunting her into stepping in? To make a statement, to let everyone know that she’s not only taken but under her spell? Why else would she stare like that as she got her choker readjusted? Why was she wearing a choker that was basically a glorified collar? She hears the flurry of footsteps as they round to monitor again, and expects Yeji to be there so she doesn’t bother turning. She plans to slip away during the commotion back into their waiting room. As the old saying goes — out of sight, out of mind. She’s always leaned towards avoiding dicey situations and confrontations, no reason she should change now. She springs up from the couch, only to nearly jump out of her skin when she comes face-to-face with Yeji. Who readily stretches a hand over her back and urges her back down. Yeji brushes her sides slowly while she keeps her eyes on the screen, putting on an act as she waits for people to trickle past them. She’s even more out of breath than the last time she saw her, she can feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, those passionate eyes bright and alluring when she turns to her. A hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes the bottle of tea from Chaeryeong. Her voice dips somewhere between that husky and silky smooth tone. “Is this for me?” “Has anyone told you it’s creepy to sneak up on people?” Chaeryeong fires back, unamused. The only thing saving Yeji from an outburst is the dusting of cinnamon that sneaks into her system. Yeji smirks, taking a swing from the bottle Chaeryeong had been drinking from, ignoring the completely unopened one next to them. Not that Chaeryeong feels the need to point it out. Yeji tilts her head back and gulps it down, drawing an excessive amount of attention to her neck and that stupid fucking choker. “I thought you’d be ecstatic about my choice today.” Yeji hums. She dabs at the corner of her lips and Chaeryeong almost snaps, she’d taken the gloves off again and there’s nothing to stop Chaeryeong from eyeing that one awful tendon, how it shifts and stretches across her agile and sturdy hands. Since when was she such a tease? She presses the bottle hard into Chaeryeong’s hand as she shuffles closer, “You’ve always wondered how I’d look with a collar, haven’t you?” Chaeyreong takes a calculated breath. The only thing stopping her from tackling Yeji here and now is the faint idea of professionalism and public decency. “Yeji-ssi.” Chaeryeong counters, boldly placing her hand on Yeji’s thigh, feeling it tense under her simple touch, “If you knew I was curious, why would you let everyone else see it before me?” There’s a glint of mischief in Yeji’s eyes, stoking the red-hot fire burning in the pit of her stomach, prodding at the white coals, eager for an outburst. It’s a gamble on who would get burnt first, but she doesn’t give in, so what if she’s right, it doesn’t change the fact that she pulled this little stunt on her. “Oh, were people looking?” Yeji replies with a coy smile. She readjusts her choker and Chaeryeong wants to smack her hand away. She curls around Yeji’s wrist tightly, “Stop touching it.” She stares, her tone dark and heavy, and she’s so unbelievably annoyed. Chaeryeong tightens her grip and the corner of Yeji’s lips twitch into a smile. She fights against her grip, determined to adjust the choker, only to end up dislodging it from its loop again, making her look even more dishevelled than she had been. “What are you gonna do about it?” Yeji teases, not bothering to mask the taunt. Chaeryeong can’t wait to break her later, if anyone’s going to come out on top, it’s her. She loosens her grip and shrugs indifferently, “You’ve got plenty of help, don’t you?” She shuffles away, “Why don’t you ask them?” Chaeryeong stands and Yeji gingerly loops a gentle hand around her wrist. She whispers, a little frantic and nervous, “Baby.” A call breaks through their moment, and Yeji has to go on stage again. She gets up and loops their pinkies together instead of letting go, bringing them up as she quickly fixes the choker, keeping her eyes trained on Chaeryeong. “Wait for me, please?” She whispers with a warm and gentle smile as she tightens their pinkies. “I’ll make sure it’s worth it.” Chaeryeong sighs, reaching to brush her jaw and doesn’t miss the way Yeji’s breath hitches. She nods and Yeji blows her a kiss as she runs to the stage. She shakes her head fondly, she turns into such a puppy when they’re alone. She heads to the waiting room and slips on her earbuds to pass the time, she scrolls through her notifications and checks in on Ryujin, getting a pouty grainy selfie in return, with a message that she’s about to reach her parents and that she’ll call later. Chaeryeong sends her a heart and hears Yeji’s bright voice booming down the corridor, “This was so much fun, I loved working with you two.” Chaeryeong slips off one side of her earbuds, it can’t be considered eavesdropping when they’re talking in a public space, right? Plus, It’s cute how polite and cordial she’s being. “Three hot girls like us together, of course, it would be.” That’s Giselle, she’s excited but her tone is warm and steady. “Right? It’s been a while.” That must be Julie, it’s higher pitched, sentences ending with a sharper edge, a bit sweeter. “Any chance you’re free, for old time's sake? Been meaning to ask you that since first practice.” That ugly heat creeps up faster than she can subdue it. Which is a little unfair, Yeji’s past adventures are none of Chaeryeong's business, she’s free to live her life. She was just surprised, Yeji had something with Giselle, with Minju and now with Julie? Since when was Yeji this popular? Maybe popular wasn’t the right word, but Chaeryeong doesn’t remember Yeji ever mentioning that she was dating anyone, not even when Ryujin and her were still dancing around each other and she’d occasionally ask Yeji for help, not once did she mention that she was seeing someone. “Careful, Julie, this girl’s taken.” Giselle says, followed by a curious hum from Julie, “Oh, you are?” Yeji steers the conversation somewhere neutral, “Coffee and drinks on me next time. My girl’s waited long enough.” Chaeryeong’s heart absolutely does not do a happy flip, she’s got questions and a few points to make, and she’s not overjoyed at being referred to as Yeji’s girl. Julie laughs softly, “You should have said something sooner! Let her know I’m sorry, will you?” “Who would have thought, Hwang Yeji’s finally settling down.” She adds before shooing Yeji away with a promise to meet up again soon. Before Chaeryeong can dwell on what she meant, the door creaks open after a gentle knock. She barely had enough time to slip on her headphones and pretend like she hadn’t been listening. Yeji doesn’t seem to care or call her out though, a soft and gentle smile gracing her features, “Hey baby, thanks for waiting.” She pecks her cheek quickly, “Give me a sec to get changed.” Chaeryeong pulls her back, she has so many questions but she’s not going to just let all that teasing earlier slide. She teases the edge of the choker and slowly undoes the buckle. “Baby?” The vibration it sends through her fingertips spurs her on, she curls a finger in between and tugs Yeji closer, relishing in that tiny gasp. “Keep this on.” She whispers and drags her finger all the way up her neck, tilting Yeji up by the chin, “You’ve got some explaining to do.”
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Chaeryeong has a confession. Maybe she’s a little possessive. It had taken all but two sentences from her to have Yeji kneeling on the bed, hands tucked under her thighs, stripped down to only her boxers and crucially, with that choker, no, that collar around her throat. She straddled Yeji and started trailing up her neck, edging her canines along all the sensitive spots she’d learnt. She cradles her neck and tilts Yeji’s chin to give herself more access, humming when she obeys without question. “Chaeryeong.” Yeji mumbles, stifling a groan when she nips at her earlobe. “Chaeryeong.” Yeji tries again but she pulls back, playing with the edge of the collar instead. Admiring her wild and flustered eyes, skin littered with her love bites. A sight made for her and only her. She smiles, “Yes?” “Can I have my hands?” She asks, and Chaeryeong gently kisses her cheek, “Not yet.” She cups Yeji through her boxers and starts rubbing her palm up and down, a wider smile gracing her lips when she feels just how hard she is. She tuts, “A bit of making out got you riled up like this already?” “Fuck.” Yeji grunts, doing her best to stay still as Chaeryeong presses on, “If I asked you to, you’d probably come like this, wouldn’t you?” “Ryeong, please” Yeji pouts. She knows this is probably her least favourite way to come undone, but she’ll survive a little discomfort. Chaeryeong undoes the loop from her collar and uses the extra bit of leather to tug harder as she hisses, “Yes or No, Yeji.” “Yes.” She huffs, brows furrowing, trying to keep herself upright as Chaeryeong rubs faster. “Everyone wants a piece of you, don’t they?” She seethes, already getting heated again from the mere thought. Yeji shakes her head, so she presses harder and listens for the whimper, “Don’t lie to me, Hwang Yeji.” “I don’t care if they do.” She groans and pouts, “Wasn’t looking at them.” Chaeryeong falters slightly, she kisses her cheek and lightens her touch, but keeps going, determined to drive her closer to the edge. “They can only dream of having you.” “Not even in their dreams.” Yeji huffs, eyes fluttering shut when Chaeryeong shifts her focus onto her tip, staining it with dribbles of precum. She tenses, “Ryeong, please.” Chaeryeong waits until her thighs spasm, her whole body tensing up, winding that coil tighter and tighter before she pulls away, leaving Yeji a flustered mess, heaving as her head falls forward, “Want you.” Chaeryeong kisses her temple gently and hides a smile against her jaw. This is exactly where she wants Yeji: in that perfect little pocket of space between restraint and unbridled desire. “Oh, Yeddeong, don’t worry.” She smirks, “I’m gonna milk you dry.” Yeji’s gaze snaps up to her, nervously gulping. Chaeryeong pulls her shirt up and throws it aside, basking in Yeji’s heavy and wanting gaze roaming her body. She hovers her core above Yeji’s, that bit of friction from the cotton doing wonders to satiate the ache. She moans softly when she passes her clit just right, “You’re gonna give me one for every time someone flirted with you.” Chaeryeong rolls her hip harder and asks, “Do you know how many?” Yeji takes short and stuttered breaths when she curls her finger onto the tight waistband of her boxer. She might not care about other people but she certainly has eyes. She grunts and answers hesitantly, “People saying that I did well on stage doesn’t count, right?” “You tell me.” Chaeryeong shrugs as she drags herself up and down, making Yeji writhe and sigh in awe, “Baby. You’re so wet.” “How many, Yeji?” She grabs onto the leather again, it seems like the only way to get Yeji to focus tonight. Yeji stares, wide-eyed and honest, “I don’t know, I didn’t care to look.” Chaeryeong sighs, she leans back and pulls Yeji’s boxers down halfway, she circles her thumb over the leaking tip and Yeji strains her back to keep herself still, “Fuck.” She tilts Yeji’s head up and wraps a fist around her cock, passing it down slowly as Yeji lets out another breathy moan against her lips. “Gonna come for me?” Chaeryeong asks, teasing the thick and plump vein that spirals up her cock, begging to be loved. Yeji nods frantically, already too far gone to care. She looks so damn pretty, completely surrendering herself to Chaeryeong. She kept surprisingly still despite the lack or threat of being tied up, hadn’t acted out of turn, answered everything honestly and repeatedly made Chaeryeong the centre of her attention. She’s so fucking good, it makes her head spin. Yeji’s breath hitches and her brows knit together tightly as she spills into her fist. Chaeryeong lines the leaking tip to her entrance and swiftly sinks onto her cock, eliciting a sharp ‘Ryeong’ when she immediately starts rolling her hips up and down, rendering Yeji a broken mess, bursting at the seams and utterly overwhelmed with everything that envelops her all at once. “We don’t want it to go to waste, right?” Chaeryeong teases. Yeji’s a little embarrassed by it judging by her red cheeks. Too bad the flood of cinnamon is exactly what Chaeryeong wanted. She takes note of Yeji’s groan, yet knowing all too well that she can handle more, “I want one more.” Yeji nods, and starts rocking her hips up the best she can with her hands still tucked under her thighs obediently. She latches onto her nipple and lathers her tongue over the nub, so eager to have something to wrap around. She grazes her teeth against her nub and Chaeryeong moans softly, “That’s it, my Yeji.” She melts at the praise and nods, pulling away so she can take the other nipple in. She fans her hands across Yeji’s back, needing her closer. She cradles the side of her neck and Yeji’s pace immediately falters. “We should get you a proper collar. One with Ryujin’s and mine’s initials. Maybe then, people would back off.” She muses, but Yeji shudders and leans into Chaeryeong’s touch. She hums curiously. “You want that?” “If it makes you happy.” Yeji nods, trying to regain her pace, getting closer and sloppier with each thrust. Chaeryeong rests her thumb under the lump in her throat, she squeezes ever so slightly, and Yeji falls as another wave crashes into her. The cloud of cinnamon that settles around her is a lot denser, bordering on that mind-numbing spice that Chaeryeong has become completely enamoured by. Yeji mumbles something faintly resembling a ‘sorry’ into her skin and Chaeryeong gently rolls her hips to help guide her through it and pulls away mercifully afterwards. She doesn’t want to exhaust her just yet. She taps Yeji’s thighs to free her from kneeling and finally peels her boxers away. Yeji’s never been good with being the first to come, as pointless as it sounds, she just prefers to please. They’ve been trying to get her to be more comfortable with the idea, and this whole neck and collar situation might be the perfect way in. She needs to let Ryujin know so they can utilise that. But that reminds her, there’s one last thing she needs to…iron out. Chaeryeong keeps her hands as gentle as possible when she loosens the buckle of her choker. “You’re so sensitive here.” “Can’t help it.” Yeji chuckles, a faint pink adorning her cheeks. Chaeryeong undoes it and throws the choker somewhere near their pile of clothes. She feels an embarrassing rush when she sees the red band around her throat. She had no idea how hard she was tugging. She leaves careful kisses along it to apologise and try to soothe it, but Yeji shrinks away and rests a shaky hand on her hip. “I can’t.” Chaeryeong stops and nods. Maybe she should find it endearing that she found, what is essentially, a button to turn Yeji on, but if she is being perfectly honest, she’s annoyed. “I can’t believe your neck is this sensitive and you let two other people get that close.” “I stepped away from Julie and well, it was the stylist’s job.” Yeji tenses and shrugs awkwardly. “I didn’t want to be rude.” Chaeryeong sighs and shakes her head, “It’s not rude to set boundaries. You’re a hot, unmated, purebred alpha. It’s no surprise you’ve got people foaming at the mouth for a taste.” Yeji frowns, a tiny crinkle above her eyebrow, “Why didn’t you step in? I was looking at you the entire time.” “You wanted me to, what?” Chaeryeong gestures vaguely, “Step in and plaster myself all over you?” “Maybe, I don’t know?” Yeji pouts and rests her hand on Chaeryeong’s hip again, brushing a small circle with her thumb, “I just wanted your attention.” Chaeryeong laughs softly, she cradles Yeji’s cheeks and guides her into a soft kiss, “Yeji-unnie, when have you ever lost it?” Yeji beams back at her and kisses her cheek before nuzzling into the crook of her neck and shoulder, pulling Chaeryeong closer and wrapping her tighter. Her alpha’s such a big baby in disguise and Chaeryeong loves her so, so much. As much as she likes toying with the putty-like state she gets Yeji to, she guards it with her entire heart and soul and treats it with the utmost care and love. “I really meant it, you know.” Yeji says softly as she leans back to find her eyes again, “I was only looking at you.” Chaeryeong’s heart flutters against her ribcage, doing that same flip when Yeji called her ‘My girl’ earlier. She could have easily brushed it off as an attempt at flattery, but there’s no denying it when Yeji says it with such unabashed sincerity. Chaeryeong is certain that Yeji sees the pink hue the tips of her ears take on but she doesn’t care, she meets Yeji in an unbelievably soft and steady kiss, dissolving against Yeji’s unhurried lips, melting into her warm and grounding touch. She whispers, “Me too.” Yeji pulls her closer with one hand spreading across her back and her other sneaking around to her clit. She hums against her lips, “Let me?” Chaeryeong almost nods instinctively, but she nips teasingly at her bottom lip when she pulls away, “Just because you get your hands back, doesn’t mean I’m done with you.” Yeji nods and draws her hand back, keeping both of them dutifully on her hips again. She lines herself up and sinks back onto Yeji, and doesn’t bother resisting a moan when it feels this good. Chaeryeong doesn’t know if it feels so much better because she’s already slicked up from before, or if it’s the safety and warmth coming from Yeji’s steady hands, or if it’s how she’s planting her feet down and using that extra bit of power for each thrust, hammering and getting her weaker and weaker. Until all she can feel is Yeji, nothing but Yeji. She seizes up and tenses around her, specks of white bursting like confetti behind her eyelids, before floating down knowing she’d land in her sturdy hold. Yeji pulls her closer again and quickly swaps their places, lips back on her the moment she’s lying down. Her heart flutters again at the subtle show of strength, but it fully soars when Yeji tucks her hair behind her ear and kisses the shell of it gently. Chaeryeong’s still a little too floaty from her high to do anything but blush even harder. She moans when Yeji picks up her legs and nearly wails when she chases after her, spreading her out to make each thrust hit the deepest parts imaginable. “Yeji!” She gasps, digging her head into the pillow as she arches her back. She wants nothing more than to be good for Yeji too. She always lets her have fun and Chaeryeong is more than happy to give back. Out of everyone Yeji could be with, she’s here with her, making her eyes roll back, causing her hands to fist into the sheets, filling their space with all types of obscene sounds. Yeji pushes in for a deep, toe-curling thrust that’s almost enough to make Chaeryeong lose it but stops for a second. She grabs her hands and places it around her throat, encouraging her as she picks up the pace again, drawing her closer and closer towards the edge. She keeps a light amount of pressure on as Yeji curls around her thighs. She tightens her grip when Yeji gets the angle just right and Yeji moans immediately, pistoning her hips even faster to batter against it. It’s everything Chaeryeong wanted, her breathless sighs, those intense and passionate eyes, her lips parted, cheeks flushed a perfect shade of red, all because of her. All for her. She falls apart to the alluring rush of cinnamon and Yeji follows after her, succumbing to her addictive wave of cherry. ”I really thought you’d like my idea.” Yeji muses breathlessly, still coping with the aftershocks, though it’s hard to miss the dejected undertone even as they curl into an intertwined mess. Chaeryeong reassures her sulky girl, “I like it a lot.” She kisses her jaw gently and nestles into her arms, wrapping herself up in Yeji’s warm embrace, safe and welcoming. Yeji returns a kiss on her temple and squeezes their intertwined hands. There’s one last thing she needs to do for her girl. She rolls out of Yeji’s hold and grabs the bottle of lotion from their bedside table. “I’m sorry for tugging that hard.” She kisses her jaw and gets Yeji to sit upright again, while she inspects the skin for any breaks, Yeji chuckles softly, “I was asking for it, wasn’t I?” She gingerly spreads it across her neck, careful not to press too hard and make it worse. Yeji smiles softly and pecks her lips when she’s finished. Chaeryeong pouts, “If you ever decide to wear one again, only me and Ryujin get to help.” “No other woman, mated or otherwise, is allowed anywhere near your neck.” Chaeryeong lets a little growl slip through at the end. Yeji nods, “Got it.” “You’re too sexy.” Chaeryeong frowns, brushing her cheekbone softly but Yeji grins, “It’s good that this super hot, sexy, unmated alpha is all yours, right?” Chaeryeong tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, “Who said you were super hot?” She puts the bottle down and nestles back into her rightful place against Yeji’s shoulder. “But you said-” Yeji sputters and Chaeryeong cuts her off with a kiss, “You talk too much.” Yeji laughs, curling an arm around her waist and nudging to intertwine their hands together. When Ryujin inevitably gasps at the red marks on their Facetime call later, she’ll put on an innocent smile and say that it was Yeji’s fault.