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Round 3: Free-for-all
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[FILL] trickle down my spine (NSFW)
Tags: ningning and yuqi are sisters, age difference (8 yrs), meeting your ex babysitter at the gay club, explicit sex, public sex
Permission to Remix: Yes
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so i might have been a little liberal with the sister's best friend part... this got away from me, but i hope you still enjoy it!
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Yuqi and Seulgi's friendship never made much sense.
Most of all because Seulgi started as their babysitter, of all things—the nice kid from next door tasked to take care of the Ning children.
Seulgi's always had her own friends, too—all girls, all pretty, and more importantly, all her age—so there was no reason, really, for her to continue to hang out at the Ning household once Yuqi got old enough to be trusted to look after herself and her younger sister.
And yet, day after day she would come over to watch TV and play games with the Chinese immigrant kid who was a whole five years younger than her. Yizhuo once heard her mother theorize that Yuqi probably allowed Seulgi to keep living her childhood at an age where all her peers cared about was studying, boys, and having a good reputation.
What her father said, and her mother couldn't help but agree, was that Seulgi was just nice. To Yizhuo, that didn't take away from the truth of that strange friendship—nice teenager or not, Seulgi always seemed to genuinely enjoy Yuqi's company.
Seulgi became a staple of Yizhuo’s childhood in South Korea. She cried when they left, back when Yizhuo was newly fifteen with braces and pimples and strange feelings that prevented her from looking Seulgi in the eye. Her mother still smiles fondly from time to time—remember Yuqi's older friend from next door? Kang Seulgi. I wonder what she's doing now.
At twenty-three, Yizhuo can tell her mother exactly what Seulgi is doing: staring at her wide-eyed under the strobing lights of the club, mouth hanging open as if she can't quite believe what she's seeing. Yizhuo squeezes Aeri's hand where it's still holding hers, so she knows to stop pulling.
“Ning Yizhuo?” Seulgi asks, as if she needs to be sure. Yizhuo doesn't blame her too much for that—she likes to think she's grown up well from that awkward teenager Seulgi had seen last. Still, the way Seulgi looks around wildly stings. Yizhuo knows she's looking for Yuqi, as if Yizhuo is a lost child her older sister failed to chaperone.
“Unnie,” Yizhuo says, ignoring the way Aeri is looking at her. She rounds her syllables well so Seulgi can read her lips, knowing she can't be heard over the pounding bass. “It's been a while.”
Seulgi's expression tells her what an understatement that is. Her eyes sweep Yizhuo's figure, and Yizhuo feels a familiar warmth ignite that can't be explained by the shots she's had. Aeri gets closer, then, her mouth close to Yizhuo's ear. “I don't know what’s going on,” she shouts, and Yizhuo winces at the noise, “but I'm going back to the table.”
Yizhuo can't bring herself to tear her eyes off of Seulgi to watch her go. They must look comical from the outside, two women standing stock-still in the middle of the dancefloor. Yizhuo can barely feel the brush of sweaty bodies against her skin.
Seulgi must think the same, because she shakes herself off from whatever haze she was in, walking closer until they're face to face. Yizhuo shivers in anticipation, her skin erupting in goosebumps where Seulgi's palm meets her arm. “Let's talk,” she mouths, and Yizhuo can only follow, eager like a stray puppy, as Seulgi winds them through the crowd and up a set of stairs until they reach a place that's quieter, and darker, then the main floor.
Yizhuo can immediately see what, exactly, this place is used for, but Seulgi cutely averts her eyes from all the couples. Yizhuo wonders if she's normally this shy around public displays, or if she only feels embarrassed given the present company. There are many things Yizhuo has always wondered about Seulgi, and tonight might finally shed some light on them.
“So,” Seulgi starts, when they find an unoccupied corner to call their own, “I didn’t know you were back in Korea.”
That, too, stings a little bit. Seulgi follows her on social media, and although Yizhuo already knew it deep down, it still sucks to get confirmation that Seulgi’s just never cared enough to check.
“I got hired by the studio I interned at during college, when I spent a semester studying here.”
Seulgi raises her eyebrows at that. “You’ve graduated college? Time really does fly by.”
Yizhuo smiles. “Sure it does.” And it has only helped Seulgi. Not quite in the same way it did Yizhuo, because Seulgi has never had an awkward phase in her life, but she’s even more stunning now. Yizhuo doesn’t need to do the math to know how old she is: thirty-one. It’s always been second nature to know what the eight years between them amounted to.
“And Yuqi? Did she come with you?”
“Nah,” Yizhuo says, and hopes fruitlessly that it doesn’t disappoint Seulgi too much. “She’s got a good job back home. But she should come visit me soon.”
Predictably, Seulgi lights up at the news. Her cheeks still bunch up with the force of her smile, her eyes curving into crescents. “Oh, I miss her! We should get together, for old time’s sake.”
“Sure, unnie.” Yizhuo doesn’t dare ask what about the old times she misses. She much prefers the present day. Seulgi changes her stance, then, and the serious look on her face shouldn’t send a thrill up Yizhuo’s spine.
“Yizhuo-yah,” she begins, licking her lips. She’s uncomfortable, Yizhuo realizes suddenly. “Do you know what kind of club this is?”
Yizhuo’s saved from answering by a sudden shout behind them. “Seulgi-yah,” it says, “I thought you were getting us drinks!” It’s soon followed by the appearance of a lean woman of Yizhuo’s height, cropped shirt displaying the most impressive abs Yizhuo’s ever seen. As she walks closer, her look of surprise at seeing the both of them together morphs into a sly smile. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” Seulgi is quick to correct her, and Yizhuo tries not to flinch at the urgency in her tone. “I used to babysit her.”
“Really?” The woman’s gaze is doubtful, then something else entirely as she takes Yizhuo in without an ounce of shame, lingering on her cleavage and where her dress stops at her upper thighs. “You’re getting old, Seulgi-yah. She looks all grown-up to me.”
“I’m Yizhuo,” she offers, and the hand she raises is pushed aside by Seulgi stepping in to stand between them, physically shielding Yizhuo from view.
“Seungwan-ah,” she practically growls, a sound Yizhuo’s never heard from her, and it shoots straight between her legs, “I’m sure Yerim and Sooyoung are waiting for you.”
“Wow,” Seungwan enunciates it slowly, exaggerated. “If you say so. I’ll be leaving now.” She peeks over Seulgi’s shoulder then, perhaps standing on her tiptoes to do so, and shoots her a winning smile. “Come find me if you get tired of hanging out with this one!”
“I will!” Yizhuo shouts, giggling when Seulgi turns around to stare in disbelief at her. She’s standing so close Yizhuo imagines she can feel the heat of her breath hit her skin, and count all her individual eyelashes in the dark.
“What are you doing? Seungwan is my age!”
“So?” Yizhuo isn’t ashamed of acting coy, tucking her chin to look up at Seulgi with wide eyes. It’s easy with their height difference, present even with her kitten heels. “Do you think she knows what kind of club this is?”
Seulgi looks much like she did ten minutes ago, at the dancefloor: like she’s seeing Yizhuo for the first time and can’t quite believe her eyes. Now, Yizhuo finds the courage to look back, admires the sweet curve of her chin and the fullness of her lips. Seulgi’s attire is definitely not club worthy, hiding any skin Yizhuo wants to find, but she looks anyway, imagines her waist and her tits and even the dip of her collarbones and makes it clear that she’s doing so.
“Yizhuo-yah,” Seulgi says, and pauses, like she doesn’t know where to go from there. Yizhuo sweeps a non-existent strand of hair over her shoulder and Seulgi’s eyes follow the motion, getting stuck for a moment on her low neckline. Yizhuo likes to imagine it takes strength for her to raise them again and look her in the eye. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what, unnie?” She tilts her head to the side, shifts her legs so the hem of her dress rises even more. “After all, didn’t you hear your friend? I’m all grown up now.”
She’s not sure what part of it breaks Seulgi, but Yizhuo will be forever grateful that it does. She moans as soon as their mouths meet, high-pitched like a bitch in heat and it’s only half for show because the feeling of Seulgi’s lips and the taste of Seulgi’s spit is already enough to have her clenching around nothing.
“Holy fuck, Yizhuo,” Seulgi breathes, her fingers finding the holes on the side of Yizhuo’s dress and digging in, short nails biting skin. She leans down to suck a bruise on her neck and Yizhuo whimpers, fists her hands at the base of Seulgi’s neck to pull her back to another kiss. The first swipe of her tongue makes Yizhuo see fucking stars.
“Please, unnie,” she says, barely a minute in and already desperate, but it only seems to spur Seulgi on, one of her hands leaving her waist to toy with the hem of her dress. She lifts it up soon enough to palm the curve of her ass, kneading the flesh and breaking their kiss so she can lick a stripe up Yizhuo’s chin.
“Such a pretty dress,” she says, one hand on her ass and the other now palming her tit, squeezing through the fabric until she pulls down the neckline just enough so she can swipe her nipple with a thumb. “When did you start wearing stuff like this?”
“It’s— ah, it’s borrowed,” Yizhuo gasps. “Aeri lent it to me.” She squeezes Seulgi’s bicep, feels it flex under her palm as she continues to grope Yizhuo, sneaking one leg between her thighs so Yizhuo can grind down and hump her like a horny teen.
“Aeri— your friend from downstairs?” Seulgi guesses, and Yizhuo nods in response. She’s starting to sound a little winded now, panting just a little in contrast to Yizhuo’s heavy breaths, each interrupted by an involuntary moan as the contact of her clothed clit with the hard muscles of Seulgi’s thigh teases a bigger pleasure. “She’s just a friend, right?” She asks, some of that earlier aggressiveness with Seungwan bleeding into her voice, and Yizhuo nearly gushes at the sound of it.
“I let her fuck me sometimes,” Yizhuo says, just to see her reaction, and the sudden pain of Seulgi’s hands clenching on her ass makes her whine high and pathetic. Yizhuo feels almost limp in her arms, boneless as Seulgi guides her and helps her rock on top of her, so wet she swears it’s leaking through her underwear.
“Were you going to let her fuck you here?” Seulgi asks, teasing the waistband of her underwear for a moment. She lets a finger dip in. “In front of all these people?”
“Maybe,” Yizhuo lies, crying out as that finger descends past her clit and sinks roughly into her. Seulgi takes her finger out quickly, though, rubbing hard circles on Yizhuo’s clit as she somehow comes even closer, until it feels like not a single part of their bodies isn’t touching. Her leg has dropped back into place, and Yizhuo can barely hold herself up as she gets closer and closer to the high she’s been chasing.
“You’re so wet, Yizhuo,” Seulgi says. “So tight for me, too. Are you going to let me fuck you here, where everyone can see?”
Yizhuo whines, helpless and shaking. She almost bursts into tears when Seulgi stops her motions, and almost cums on the spot when the other woman instead drops to her knees in front of her, taking Yizhuo’s underwear as she goes. Yizhuo trembles, vulnerable and on display and more turned on than she’s ever been in her life.
She tries to look around and see if she can spot the other couples she saw when they first arrived, but then Seulgi is leaning in and taking Yizhuo’s clit between her lips, and the prospect of being caught feels much less urgent than cumming on Seulgi’s mouth. Yizhuo moans, rocking her hips on Seulgi’s face, feeling the tight grip on her legs where she’s holding on. She hopes it bruises, hopes Seulgi’s fingers turn her skin purple and blue so she can look at it tomorrow and remember the way her tongue licked inside and tasted her slick.
Seulgi lowers her underwear more, until it reaches Yizhuo’s feet and she can get rid of it altogether; the moment she hooks her arm under Yizhuo’s leg and brings it up her shoulder is so filthy she fears she might go insane with it. Her cunt sits open and on display as Seulgi sucks and licks a stripe across her slit. Yizhuo feels Seulgi's lips and her tongue, the mess of spit and slick between her thighs as she imagines someone walking in—Seungwan, maybe, curious to see what’s taking Seulgi so long and stumbling upon Yizhuo, thoroughly debauched with her old babysitter between her legs.
She clenches at the thought. “Inside, unnie, please,” she begs, past the point of caring to lower her voice or having any sense of decency and when Seulgi sinks one finger inside her, then two, Yizhuo cries out and cums so hard her vision blacks out for a moment.
When she comes to, Seulgi is standing in front of her again, almost desperate as her eyes flit restlessly over Yizhuo’s face. “Fuck, Yizhuo, are you okay? I’m so sor—” Yizhuo licks her chin and Seulgi’s mouth snaps shut. She hums at the mix of her slick and Seulgi’s skin, so unique it has her immediately hungry for more.
“Unnie,” Yizhuo lays one hand on Seulgi’s arm to placate her. She looks almost like the teenager Yizhuo used to know, then, uncertain as she regards her with dark eyes. “Why don’t you give me my underwear back so I can get dressed, and take me back to yours?”
It’s almost funny how Seulgi manages to look shy with Yizhuo’s cum shining on her face. “I’m so sorry,” she says again, shoving the offending article in Yizhuo’s direction as she looks anywhere but her. Yizhuo considers making a joke about how she had no problem looking at other parts of her before, but worries it might be too soon for that.
“It’s okay, unnie,” she says instead, adding a wink for the full effect, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”
Re: [FILL] trickle down my spine (NSFW)
(Anonymous) 2025-02-26 09:18 am (UTC)(link)I couldn't help but laugh at Wendy's cameo because I can totally picture it XD
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Re: [FILL] trickle down my spine (NSFW)
(also let's all go to hell together bc i loved writing this lol)