Work Text:
Sometimes Namjoo wakes up early in the morning, when the sun is still shy of coming out and the birds sing softly and muffled. She’s tired and her eyes are sticky with sleep, her alarm is turned off and her skin is raised in goosebumps where she lost the bed covers along the night.
She feels like dozing off, her eyes heavy in her sleepiness, but her arm is falling asleep so she rolls over. On the other side of the bed, Taeyong is a sight to behold.
Namjoo has to muffle a laugh as Taeyong lies there, with a total of three pillows held in her grasp. The one on her head with a lost purpose, just her temple resting over it, there’s one in between her legs, as she tends to complain her knees ache when they rub together on her sleep, and the one in her harms is held so tight the filling is close to spilling from it in a flurry of white.
One of her breasts has found its way out of her tank top and there’s a line of spit running down from the corner of her mouth to the sheets. There’s hair all over her face, in her mouth even, and her lips look pouty as the puffs of warm air come and go.
At some point Namjoo will have to get up. At some point Yeontan will come pitter pattering to her side of the bed asking for his morning walk, at some point she’ll have to wake Taeyong up and they’ll have breakfast, but for now she softly brushes the hair out of Taeyong’s mouth with her fingertips, steals the pillow from her and cuddles up to her warm body. She can still indulge in a couple of hours.
♡♡♡♡♡
Namjoo comes across a total of three strangers and four dogs while walking Yeontan, which is to thank when she’s just woken up and words feel rough in her mouth. Her ankle aches where she stepped on a thistle, and sweat runs down her temple because she had to chase after Yeontan when he saw a squirrel. Now the fluffball trots happily, half tongue out of his mouth and looking back at Namjoo every few steps.
She can’t really get mad at him when he looks at her like that, all excitement and happy yips, so she settles for sighing and whisper-screaming a little “what” at him, which just makes him pitter-patter back to her and shake his whole body like a fluffy maraca.
As soon as she beeps the code to their door, Yeontan runs back to their bedroom. Namjoo can hear Taeyong’s groan from the entryway as she takes her sneakers off and puts them away on the rack.
The younger woman is still messily tangled in sheets and pillows, as one of her arms hangs on the side of the bed to give Yeontan his morning belly rubs, and she covers her eyes with her forearm.
Namjoo stays there, looking at her from the doorway, how her chest raises and descends with her breathing, how she didn’t bother in covering back her chest, how she twists her body to reach Yeontan and still keep most of herself over the soft mattress.
“Wachu looking at” Namjoo looks back up at Taeyong’s slurred words.
She’s uncovered one of her eyes and looks at her from the bed, in all her coziness and sleepy warmth, and Namjoo feels the tip of her fingers tingle. She walks back to the bed and skips over Yeontan to kneel in between Taeyong’s slightly spread legs. It’s easy to let her fingers run over Taeyong’s ribs, the slope of her chest, over her nipple that rises at the touch, that makes Taeyong sigh softly and smile up at Namjoo when she hovers, noses almost touching.
It’s the younger woman who pulls them together. Raises her arm and tangles her fingers in Namjoo’s hair, kisses her lightly first, easily opens her mouth when Namjoo licks at the seam of her pink lips. The kiss is unrushed, warm while Namjoo’s hand caresses from Taeyong’s knee to her thigh and back down.
They come out of it slow, long kisses turning into soft pecks mingled with soft giggles that burn like sun rays on their skin. She kisses all over Taeyong’s face. One kiss to Taeyong’s mole on the left side on her lip, one to the right side on the tip of her nose, one under her right eye.
“I’ll go shower” says Namjoo.
Taeyong hums non-committally as she stretches and groans so she can lay back and look at the ceiling with an angry frown on her face.
Namjoo spends a short ten minutes in the shower, cool water and sweet-smelling foam, and by the time she walks back into their room wrapped in a towel and with her hair held in a disheveled pony, Taeyong is no longer in bed.
Her body is comfortably cool now, still in the earlier hours of summer mornings, and her sleep-shirt doesn’t cling to her body just yet. She feels cozy and relaxed, a little hungry at most, and as she pulls on the bed covers, she thinks of breakfast and maybe some clandestine cuddling.
In the kitchen, Taeyong is bent on her hips, her elbows lay on the counter while she scrolls on her phone. Her hair is slightly tamed down, no longer all over her face or in her mouth, but her eyes stay foggy with sleep, half closed and matching her pouty lips. Her sleep shirt has ridden up, stuck on her right hip and showing half her ass cheek from her cheeky panties, and at this point of the day, and to be honest, Namjoo finds herself falling to her knees behind her girlfriend.
There’s no excuse to look for, no justification as her hands lay on Taeyong’s calves and run slow and tender over the back of her knees, to her thighs and up to her ass where she squeezes, her fingers pulling her cheeks apart and turning the skin white under the tips.
Taeyong is looking at her over her shoulders when Namjoo dares to look up “Is this okay?” she asks, her voice low and steady and her eyes burning with tender passion.
There’s a small teasing smile on Taeyong’s face when she murmurs “sure” back at Namjoo. As Namjoo peppers kisses over the back of her thighs she puts her phone down on the counter, soft pleased hums rumbling on her throat at Namjoo’s actions.
“Tell you what” Namjoo hums, just half-listening and waiting as she keeps kissing higher up Taeyong’s thigh “If you make me cum with your tongue in me, I’ll make you breakfast”
Namjoo doesn’t mention that Taeyong would make her breakfast anyways, not willing to repeat the incident of three months ago, when all the kimchi pancake batter ended on the stove. The foul smell of burnt batter stinking the whole house for four days straight.
“Deal” she mumbles as she buries her nose on Taeyong’s panty clad pussy, which makes her flinch and moan against her arm.
Taeyong is warm, her smell musky and intense and Namjoo’s mouth waters.
“You smell so good” she murmurs.
Taeyong groans, embarrassed, but as Namjoo bites at her ass cheeks then soothes the bites with soft wet kisses she sighs, lovely little sounds spilling from her open lips. Her core is warm under the tips of Namjoo’s fingers as she caresses her over her panties, raising Taeyong’s skin into goose bumps as her bites become softer the closer they come to the tiny piece of grey fabric.
There’s a thick stain on the center, and Namjoo licks over it, hot and heavy.
“Fuck, that feels good” Taeyong’s voice is soft, her eyes are closed and her mouth ajar.
The cotton feels thick on Namjoo’s tongue, rough and uncomfortable, her tongue drying up and feeling too big in her mouth. By the time she pulls back from Taeyong’s crotch, the stain has doubled in size and a rumbling feeling of satisfaction crawls up her chest.
“My Taeyong’s so pretty” she murmurs, and Taeyong’s answering hum brings a smile to Namjoo’s lips. As she looks up, Taeyong’s looking back at her over her shoulder. Her eyes are hooded and dark with arousal and her stare feels hot and heavy on Namjoo. It’s lovely to see how they flutter closed when Namjoo pulls her panties to the side and leaves a wide and wet lick from her clit to her hole.
She kisses her clit and leans back, looking at Taeyong with hungry eyes, how her hole clenches around nothing and slick trickles down to her clit. Taeyong doesn’t shave, and her cunt is the prettiest shade of brown. There’s a mole hidden under the coarse hair on her outer labia and Namjoo thumbs at the shape of it, all around Taeyong’s vulva, from her opening down one side to the skin over her clit and up the other side.
“Unnie” Taeyong huffs, her voice whiny and her hips pushing back into Namjoo’s face.
“Hmm?” Namjoo is engrossed in the sight, how Taeyong’s legs shake with impatience, how she sways her hips from side to side slightly, enticing.
“If you like it so much just take a pic but please, please don’t tease”
There’s a hot lick of arousal on Namjoo’s lower belly at Taeyong’s words, she can feel the blood rushing down to her crotch and she rubs her legs together, letting out a broken sigh.
“Can I, Taeyongie?” Taeyong looks back at her, a confused frown on her face “Can I take a pic of you?”
“Oh my god” Taeyong whines, a mix of desperate and amused “Yes, unnie, you can take a picture”
The smile Namjoo gifts her is big and stupid, whipped, and Taeyong would have been enamored any other time, but not when Namjoo sucks on her clit and stands up, her fingers rubbing at her in a disinterested caress as she tells her to stay while she looks for her phone.
Namjoo curses on her search for her phone, Taeyong can hear her tripping over her own feet, something falling to the floor and more muffled curses. She is right where Namjoo left her when she comes back, bent over the kitchen counter with her head hidden between her crossed arms. Her panties are pulled to the side, but they’ve come closer to covering Taeyong again without Namjoo’s hold on them, just her outer labia and her clit peeking from it.
She looks really fucking hot, and it looks even hotter when Taeyong’s cunt is square centered on her phone camera and Namjoo’s thumb lays on her clit, making her flinch and moan softly.
“Hold your panties to the side, Tae-ah, spread yourself and let me see”
Taeyong moves her hands back, lays flat against the kitchen counter as her left hand moves her panties to the side and her right hand grabs at her ass cheek and pulls. The skin turns white under her fingertips and her pussy spreads like a flower bud right in front of Namjoo’s eyes.
The camera clicks continuously, at a higher and lower angle, with Namjoo touching and caressing at Taeyong’s clit and her inner folds, a finger playing on her opening as Taeyong whines airily and softly.
Namjoo will show her later, will let her see her own pretty cunt on display for the camera, whorish and wet, and Taeyong will smile, will tell her she’s such a pervert for having such lewd pics of her kept away, but she’ll rub her crotch against Namjoo’s thigh and they’ll end up making out slow and sensual, just like it happens every other time.
But now Namjoo lets her phone go, lets it slip from her hand down to the floor because who cares, when all the corners of the screen are already chipped and she has her gorgeous girlfriend wet and open right in front of her.
The flesh on Taeyong’s hips is malleable on Namjoo’s hands, warm and tender, and Namjoon uses it as leverage to pull Taeyong closer to her. She goes willingly, wet and burning up wherever Namjoo touches her.
She moans when Namjoo licks at her again, lets go of her panties as Namjoo’s hand lays over hers, bites her knuckle and whines like a wounded puppy as the older woman holds her clit between her lips and suckles. Namjoo laps at her clit from side to side and her legs tremble, her nose bumps against Taeyong’s hole, and her hips kick back looking for more of the feeling against her most sensitive part.
“Unnie” she moans as her hips wave softly against her girlfriend’s mouth “Give me your fingers, please?”
“Of course, baby”
Her hands are soft as she guides Taeyong to turn over. Her belly has a red mark where she was laying over the counter and Namjoo kisses it tenderly. She pulls on Taeyong’s panties, helps her raise one leg, then the other, and kisses down her belly while looking up at her. Taeyong smiles at her from above, pulls on her hair tie and lets Namjoo’s hair fall down her back so she can bury her fingers on her scalp, tenderly pulling on her locks.
Namjoo closes her eyes and breathes in the smell of Taeyong, her nose pressed to the soft of Taeyong’s lower belly and she leaves kiss after kiss on her, lowering her face to Taeyong’s mound and her labia.
She caresses from Taeyong’s left hip to her thigh, presses against the warm flesh and raises it over her shoulder, giving herself some space to fit more comfortably in between her lover’s thighs.
“Come here, baby” she murmurs as she licks over her clit.
Taeyong’s boxy smile turns into a soft sigh as she throws her head back at the feeling of Namjoo’s fingers prodding at her hole. Her inner thighs and her ass are covered in her slick and the first finger goes in fairly easily.
“You’re so wet for me, Taeyongie” Namjoo murmurs against her inner thigh where she bites softly.
She twists her hand, her finger coming in an out of Taeyong’s warm body slick and easy so she presses a second one in her. Taeyong moans at the squelch Namjoo’s fingers make inside of her, at the feeling of her girlfriend’s long fingers pushing all her buttons from the inside and how her mouth works over her clit and her labia.
“Unnie” she whines.
Her hips kick down against Namjoo’s fingers pushing them deeper and making her breath hitch and break down in a hiccup.
“Fuck, fuck, there unnie, please”
There’s a pleased smile on Namjoo’s face as she presses her fingers with more insistence into Taeyong. Spit runs down her chin as she laps wetly all over Taeyong’s cunt. She looks at her, her head thrown back and her mouth open in pleasure, her hands playing with her own tits and her hips undulating against her mouth and fingers and Namjoo just wants to see her come undone in her arms.
She curls her fingers inside, rubbing and pressing against her slick walls, faster and faster as she sucks and flicks at Taeyong’s clit with her tongue, the squelch growing louder by the moment, Taeyong’s legs shaking once again now around Namjoo’s head.
“U-unnie” her voice breaks half-way through her whine, her legs spreading wider at the bubbling feeling on her lower belly.
Namjoo can’t help but look up, doubling her efforts and licking faster, sucking harder on Taeyong’s clit as her fingers move deep inside of her, strong thrusts that make Taeyong’s moans waver.
“I’m gon-ah, I’m coming, unnie, ah ah ah”
Taeyong arches back on the counter, her whole body twitching at the sudden onslaught of pleasure that courses from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, her walls clenching over Namjoo’s fingers, clamping her inside with a long moan, her hands burying themselves on Namjoo’s hair to pull her face closer to herself.
The sight is lovely. Such gorgeous woman open for Namjoo’s eyes to adore, for her hands to caress and hold, and for her mouth to kiss into another dimension. Taeyong lets her keep licking at her core, her tongue softer against her sensitive clit, but she’s soon pulling at Namjoo’s hair, letting her pull her fingers from inside her and lowering herself to Namjoo’s lap.
She opens her mouth obediently as Namjoo taps the fingers which were just inside her against her lip, licks them clean with tired eyes, tastes herself on Namjoo’s mouth as she kisses her with need and gratitude, much softer now that the fire has burned down into embers.
“There’s some left-over galbitang from two days ago” she murmurs against Namjoo’s lip, her hands slipping under Namjoo’s sleep shirt “but how about letting me have my way with you first?”
Namjoo smiles, kisses Taeyong again before slapping her ass softly and letting her land on the kitchen floor.
“I’m hungry, and I can’t feel my legs, you can have your way after you feed me. I was promised breakfast”
Taeyong gasps, betrayed, but complies. Namjoo has a point after all.
If she refuses to put her panties back on, and decides to flaunt her wet plump pussy at every opportunity, well, there isn’t any clause against it.