Chapter Text
It's 2pm. Hyunjin's leaning against her motorcycle in the church parking lot, ignoring the judging gazes of the families and old couples walking past her. She checks her phone for what feels like the 50th time, staring at Heejin's last text (a sweet "see you there! :D") like it'll save her.
She jams her phone back into her front pocket, grimacing at how awkward it feels poking more than halfway out. Hyunjin doesn't understand how Hyeju can wear these leather atrocities so often. The way they cling to her legs and other areas leaves Hyunjin feeling uncomfortably exposed. She tugs at the part clinging to her inner thighs, conscious at the knowledge that any wrong movement or accidental excitement would be clear. How Hyeju could hide her own endowment in these (especially with her pervy tendencies) is beyond Hyunjin.
Speaking of her ridiculous triplet, the words Hyeju said are still ringing in her brain, now a full hour later. Hyunjin hadn't caught the rest of it either, having plugged her ears. She's been fighting back the curiosity bubbling up. No doubt it was something demeaning. And wrong about Heejin, definitely!
"Trust me, "innocent" girls are the most.."
It doesn't really make sense to Hyunjin. In fact, it goes against everything Hyunjin knows about the world. Good girls were called that for a reason - pure, chaste, acting high above everyone else. Why else would they act so prissy and proper unless they really were that innocent? Why would somebody lie and act like that?
Stuffed into a pair of Hyeju's faux-leather pants and a crumpled white button-up, Hyunjin thinks she's proving her point. Even the way her dick is so restricted and uncomfortable in these pants is like a metaphor. Hyunjin's uncomfortable, painfully restricted by trying to pretend she fits into a place like this, and even then it's so clear she doesn't belong. Hyunjin smiles smugly to herself, proud she used the word metaphor right!
"Hyunjin!"
Heejin pops out from the side of a sensible silver car, spotless compared to Hyunjin's banged-up truck. It makes Hyunjin feel a bit silly that she's been driving Heejin around, puffed up with the compliments Heejin proffered about how well Hyunjin fixed it up. She doesn't doubt that Heejin meant them, but any fantasies she'd been harboring about being able to give Heejin what she deserved..
Heejin says a quick goodbye to her parents before making her way to Hyunjin's side, linking their arms together in a motion so smooth Hyunjin doesn't even think to pull away.
"You look good!" Heejin says.
With her usual heartwarming smile, Heejin's free hand brushes over Hyunjin's chest, smoothing down the wrinkles. In the pocket of Hyunjin's shirt is a familiar flask, the sight of which makes Heejin giggle. She fixes Hyunjin's collar, each touch and their close proximity making Hyunjin's breath slow.
(Hyunjin misses Heejin's eyes darting to the evident bulge in her tight pants, to the shapely figure of her ass. How Heejin not-so-subtly feels up her muscles before returning to her side.)
"Ah. Thank you."
Heejin's eyes shine with truth, yet Hyunjin can't take the compliment to heart. Despite her best efforts, she's a far cry from Heejin who, in a stylishly cute yet conservative jumpsuit, perfectly fits the part of a church girl. Pretty enough to be a temptation but subdued enough to imply she doesn't know it. Her lips are slathered in a shimmering pink lip gloss nothing like Hyunjin's deep red lipstick, subtle yet tempting. The half-up half-down styling, hair tied back with a thin white ribbon, frame her face cutely. Even the sweet way she fixed Hyunjin's shirt makes Hyunjin feel wrong, proves her best efforts were still mediocre at best.
In Hyunjin's eyes, it's obvious that Heejin is a different breed from her, someone that deserves that perceived pedestal of purity. And she's willing to bet that any girl in this church is the same. Chaste young girls waiting for marriage to have their first experience.
Heejin guides her into the building, Hyunjin unable to do anything but stare blankly as Heejin dips her fingers into some bowl and wipes water on her face, making polite conversation with strangers.
"I dunno if that was sanitary," Hyunjin whispers as they sit down at the back.
Heejin giggles and tells her she's silly.
xx
Everything goes about how Hyunjin expected. The old dude dressed in robes has some kid holding the big book up as he reads (like some human lectern, Hyunjin thinks) and other kids hold candles so precariously Hyunjin wonders how this doesn't violate some fire safety rules. There are too-slow songs (Hyunjin focuses on Heejin's sweet voice to avoid dozing off) and such a dramatic first reading that Hyunjin laughed and people turned to glare at her.
Heejin held her hand throughout. Hyunjin wishes she could've enjoyed it. Hyunjin had tried to convince herself that she felt alright here, but every second reminded her that they're worlds apart. Ever since they met, she'd adored how good Heejin is, but right now, she wishes Hyeju was right. Not about the sex part (though she wouldn't say no to that..), but that Heejin could ever want her. It seemed ridiculous to hope that someone so used to all this would stoop down to her level.
Hyunjin's pulled out of her self-pitying reverie about 20 minutes into the mass. Her jaw goes slack at the all too familiar-looking girl standing at the podium. Hyunjin can't see well since they're so far back.. but she swears that's Jinsoul.
Jinsoul who, less than two days ago, had taken Hyunjin's cock so far down her throat she could practically see the head bulging at her collarbone. Jinsoul who had begged Hyunjin to cum in her so many times Hyunjin had worried she'd forgotten any other words. Jinsoul, the filthy little college girl she'd picked up from a dingy bar. She couldn't be farther from Hyunjin's image of a good girl even if she tried.
Heejin notices Hyunjin's change in expression quickly. Hyunjin's tense smile (that she'd thought was adorable) is replaced with something she can't quite place. Her easily jealous mind interprets it as Hyunjin being interested in Jinsoul. Irritation sets in. Hyunjin doesn't notice though, too caught up in her disbelief to. After all, Hyunjin is here for her. Not some random girl. (She doesn't dislike Jinsoul at all though.. the older girl had always been friendly to her in youth group.)
"Do you think she's pretty?" Heejin whispers to a slack-jawed Hyunjin, who merely blinks her eyes in answer.
She scoffs, bitterness growing as Hyunjin can't stop staring. Sure, Jinsoul's pretty.. she'd be dumb not to notice. But Heejin thought Hyunjin liked her, had invited Hyunjin here in the belief all attention would be given to her. She didn't try this hard and dress this nicely for nothing.
"I guess if you're into that.."
Hyunjin doesn't answer. The non-response is enough for Heejin to jump to conclusions, though. Jealous, possessive, bitter, call it whatever you want. Heejin is determined to grab Hyunjin's attention again, attention she thinks is rightfully hers.
She shuffles closer until their thighs are pressed together, shivering at the feel of warm leather against her bare skin. She lays a hand on Hyunjin's knee. Hyunjin doesn't say a word, so Heejin keeps it there. She rubs idly as Jinsoul drones a parable she's heard too many times already. Hyunjin blinks. Heejin inches her hand up and up, until her hand is barely an inch away from cupping the bulge that's been teasing her since she first saw it.
"Tell me if you don't want this," Heejin whispers.
Hyunjin inhales. Her eyes are wide, mouth slightly open. Heejin can practically hear the cogs turning in her head. She stares down at Heejin's hand like it's the first time she's seen it. It's cute how stunned Hyunjin looks. If it were anyone else, the obliviousness to all of Heejin's blatant signs and advances would've been irritating. But Hyunjin is just so endearing in every way that Heejin finds herself waiting with bated breath for her response. Her hand stays.
Eventually, Hyunjin covers Heejin's hand with her own, her larger hand covering Heejin's entirely. Heejin can feel her heart thumping in her chest. This particular fantasy of hers, fooling around with Hyunjin during mass while the community she grew up in is none-the-wiser, is beyond thrilling. Hyunjin looks around to check if anyone could see, then, before Heejin has time to worry that she'll push her away, she guides their connected hands up.
Hyunjin shifts, taking up more space in the small pew. Though her legs are decently spread to make room, it's still not as wide as she normally sits. Heejin bites back a giddy grin at Hyunjin trying so hard to be polite here. For her. Heejin strokes gently, warm leather unfamiliar in her hands yet it feels so right.
Hyunjin's mind is racing. When she'd accepted Heejin's offer to accompany her in church, Hyunjin never imagined this was how it would go. A multitude of questions crowd her thoughts, begging to be asked, but she stays silent. Lips pressed together like she doesn't trust a moan won't slip out. Heejin's hand feels so soft, so warm. Hyunjin's words surely wouldn't come out right.
She feels Heejin palm her clothed dick, more roughly now, more confident. Hyunjin's voice is caught in her throat, bump bobbing as she swallows, struggling back a moan. She leans back, hoping against hope that she's being subtle, and squeezes Heejin's hand. Jinsoul is a far-gone thought. She resists the urge to tilt her head back. To throw all caution to the wind and moan loud enough for everyone to hear. Nothing else matters but Heejin's insistent touch, the warmth Hyunjin can feel even through her pants. If Hyunjin felt she was overheating in the leather before, this entire fucking situation makes her feel like she's burning from the inside.
Heejin's thumb strokes in hard, almost expert, circles around Hyunjin's head. If Hyunjin had any remaining room in her brain left, she'd be wondering how many times Heejin had done this before. She's far too good . How ironic.
Hyunjin's so, so fucking hard she fears she'll pop the button off Hyeju's pants. Or well, fear isn't quite it because.. God , she doesn't care at all. She can barely find it in her to care about anything but this maddening feeling. About Heejin. Heejin who's now moving her attention down, feeling up the length of her shaft. Hyunjin feels herself throb. Amidst her muddled thoughts she wonders if Heejin likes the feel of Hyunjin's cock in her hand.. if she's thick enough, heavy enough.
Hyunjin wants to fucking scream. She wants to jump out of her seat, shove Heejin to the fucking ground and ravish her. She wants to grab Heejin by the back of the head, slip her fingers through those perfectly-styled tresses, and pull her down until her glossy lips have no choice but to envelop Hyunjin's cock. She wants.. fuck, she wants everything she swore she wouldn't.
She can feel herself leaking precum, slicking up her thighs. She's sure her face is going red from holding her breath, sure she'd let out a noise that'd expose their sinful acts. Heejin gives her cock a squeeze that makes Hyunjin shudder.
Hyunjin doesn't notice when Jinsoul stops talking. The older girl bows in the aisle with the reader that went before her. Heejin's fingers brush at that spot near her balls that always makes Hyunjin twitch. Jinsoul walks off back to her seat.
Hyunjin's body jerks, posture stiff and wavering. She's embarrassingly close to bursting in her pants. God. Heejin. Fuck, whoever . She turns to the girl beside her, eyes pleading for her to take pity. "Heejin, I.."
Everyone stands up, including Heejin, starting to sing another song. Hyunjin stands up shakily, breath escaping her in gasps. She cups her hands in front of her pulsing bulge, face burning from exertion.
What.. the fuck?
xx
Hyunjin retreats to the bathroom when everyone else started to share some tiny crackers and wine. Heejin explained that she couldn't have some, she wasn't confirmed whatever the fuck that meant, but that was fine. Small flat bread, no thanks.
She cups water in her hands, letting it trickle past before splashing some onto her face. She stares at herself in the mirror and takes it all in.
Was Hyeju right? Hyunjin didn't want to believe it.. surely something else had to be going on. Hyunjin makes up her mind to give Heejin the benefit of the doubt. Her good girl wouldn't do all that would she..? In the god building, too, in public , no less. Heejin's parents were sitting within eyeshot, for fuck's sake!
Hyunjin sneaks out the flask in her shirt pocket, taking a swig as she tries to collect her thoughts. To make up some excuse, no matter how far fetched. As Hyunjin tries to convince herself it was a hyper realistic dream, the door creaks open. Quick as a whip, Hyunjin turns to apologize to some churchgoer about drinking (though everyone is drinking wine at the front anyway..). Instead, she sees Heejin, closing the door behind her.
"Heejin," Hyunjin says, "what was that..?"
"Do you like me?" Heejin's hand is still on the doorknob. Her face is serious, lips pressed tight and eyes searching.
"What?"
"Do you.." Heejin steps forward, hand lingering, "like me?"
"I.. Of course I do." Hyunjin shakes her head. What a ridiculous question. If anything, agreeing to come here should have made it obvious. She wouldn't waste her time for anyone else.
Heejin smiles. Hyunjin's heart leaps in her chest.
"I like you too." She places a hand on Hyunjin's shoulder. It drifts down, squeezing, feeling her muscles. Her gaze flicks down to where Hyunjin's pants are still indecent, tenting uselessly. Her voice lowers. "Do you want me?"
Hyunjin bites her lip. "I don't kn.. I mean.."
" I want you," Heejin admits. "I have ever since we met. I've dreamed about you fucking me," Hyunjin cringes hearing such a harsh word come out of those pretty pink lips. "..using me. I never thought it'd take this long for you to take the hint, but.."
Heejin's arms wrap around Hyunjin's neck. She pulls the taller girl into a kiss, mouth open but only pressing herself to Hyunjin. Waiting for Hyunjin to be the one to escalate anything further.
And who would Hyunjin be to deny her? To lie again and say she doesn't want her?
Hyunjin slips her hands under Heejin's thighs, picking her up as she deepens the kiss. Her lipgloss is as sweet as Hyunjin always imagined, tongue soft and pliant as Hyunjin sinks hers in. Heejin's mouth is hot and wet.. Hyunjin grows impossibly harder imagining how it would feel wrapped around her. How it'd feel to use Heejin the way she'd apparently been yearning for.
xx
Heejin knows Hell exists. She feels the tendrils of flames nipping at her skin when Hyunjin touches her, fingertips like searing heat, teeth nipping at her throat and spreading the fire ever lower. She's soaked. Hyunjin pulls it out of her expertly, fingers sinking deeper with each passing moment. The squelching reverberates from the walls of the thankfully otherwise empty bathroom, noises so filthy Heejin almost can't believe they're coming from her. That Hyunjin's fingers - long and delicious as they are - are making her cunt sound so..
"Fuck.." Hyunjin groans against her throat.
Hyunjin's pants are pulled down just enough for her cock to jut out, boxers and zipper alike tugger underneath her balls. Heejin remembers how it felt in her hand, but the sight surpassed her every expectation. She can only imagine how it'll feel. But, fuck, not for long. No, Heejin will get it in her if it's the last fucking thing she does.
Hyunjin's free hand wraps around her cock, pumping slow. Her mouth takes Heejin's lips greedily, biting down on Heejin's bottom lip as if it personally offended her. Heejin's too drunk on excitement to register the pain.. or maybe that's exactly what she's excited for. Maybe it's the way she knows Hyunjin's terrible for her that makes her crawl back for more and more. She'd always reveled in Hyunjin's bad influence. The taste of liquor on her lips only makes Heejin want it more.
When Hyunjin slips her fingers out of Heejin's pussy, she lets out a shuddering whine that makes Hyunjin smile against her lips. Hyunjin presses the slick-soaked pads of her fingers against Heejin's mouth. Heejin takes it. She always will. She sucks in her own juices, eyes closing at the foreign taste, tingling knowing it's her own.
Sinful. Hyunjin really had a way of dragging Heejin into debauchery she'd never dare venture in otherwise. The tender look in Hyunjin's eyes, despite the lewd acts, tells her she wouldn't let Heejin go too far. She'd keep her from falling too deep, make sure everything they do is Heejin want. The problem is, for Hyunjin she'd happily fall into desire, into everything she's been taught is wrong.
Once her fingers are sucked clean, Hyunjin slips down Heejin's sleeve. She kisses and nips along every newly exposed inch. When Heejin's chest is revealed, Hyunjin moves back. There's a moment of silence between them as Hyunjin stares, Heejin's cheeks inflamed at the attention. Her arms go up, attempting to hide her pushup bra. Even this far in the act, clear evidence of how she tried to impress Hyunjin fills her with shame. Heejin's cleavage deepens as her breasts are pushed together with her movements, the appealing sight giving Hyunjin some pause before she places a hand on Heejin's forearm.
"Let me see you, baby," she whispers. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about."
Heejin eventually brings her arms to her sides, letting Hyunjin peel her bra down. She gasps as Hyunjin leaves it hanging, not removing the hook from the back, the underwire pressing her breasts up.
"Hyunjin.."
"It's hot," Hyunjin cuts her off. Hyunjin's voice is raspy, eyes dark as she stares at Heejin's chest. It makes Heejin throb between her legs.
She leans down, taking a stiff nipple into her mouth. Her swirling tongue, her greedy suction, it makes Heejin buck up against nothing. She grabs Hyunjin by the loop of her pants and tugs her in close bobbing cock spreading precum against Heejin's thigh.
"Need you in me," Heejin complains.
Hyunjin murmurs something, words muffled in Heejin's chest. The sight of her so needily sucking would be endearing if Heejin wasn't similarly desperate. With Hyunjin preoccupied in her tits, it's a struggle to get her jumpsuit the rest of the way off.
"Agh..!" Heejin jerks, Hyunjin's teeth having sunk into her sensitive peak. "If your cock isn't in me in the next minute, I'm never talking to you again..!"
It's an empty threat, but one that kicks Hyunjin into high gear. She holds one of Heejin's legs, spreading her open, and presses in.
xx
Hyunjin squeezes herself, trying not to get hard at the sight of Heejin utterly used, just as the older girl admitted she'd fantasized about.
"You know, I really like those leather pants," Heejin says with a dopey grin. "Keeps everything nice and tight."
"Really?" Hyunjin makes a face, struggling to pull her pants back up as her cock takes its time to soften. "Too tight, honestly. Plus it's so hot, you wouldn't believe how uncomfortable it is."
"Mmm.." Heejin seems to take her response in stride, though she isn't getting dressed again.
"I thought you liked things that are hot and tight, Hyunnie?" she says coyly, eyes fluttering with an innocence Hyunjin now knows is an act. "That's why you like me so much, right?"
Hyunjin groans. Yeah, there's no chance they're getting out of this bathroom sometime soon.