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The summer was sweltering hot this year.
Even as the sun went down and Huh Yunjin got ready for her evening on the town, she could feel the sweat threatening to ruin the perfectly applied makeup.
She took her time getting ready as the moon began to settle in the sky, her favorite songs on repeat. Her playlist was perfectly setting the soundtrack to what she was telling herself would be a memorable night.
Yunjin can’t deny the suffocating heat of the summer as she rides in the back of the taxi, and it only grips her tighter and slithers around her like a boa constrictor as she crosses the threshold and enters the night life. The club is huge, two floors packed with countless sweaty and more than likely drunk people.
“Should we get drinks?” Chaewon asks with a devilish smile on her lips. “It’ll help loosen you up.”
Yunjin feels defensive at her best friend’s final remark. This whole night had been Chaewon’s idea after all. When Yunjin told her about her financial struggles, Chae was quick to help her out with a solution. Now, it was just a matter of her actually going through with it.
“Babe, you’re so anxious right now. I can see it in your eyes,” Chae frowns slightly as if the world isn’t flashing behind her.
Yunjin shrugs, running her slightly sweaty hands down the front of her tight black dress. The dress fit her perfectly despite being straight out of Chaewon’s closet. It was just slightly snug around the bust and it made her tits look great.
“Are you sure this is safe? How do I even know who to ask?” Yunjin rambles.
“It’ll come naturally. You’ll know who to ask based on how they look at you. And you won’t have to look far, half of the club is just dying to take you home.”
The red-haired girl looks around, the flashing lights and rumbling of the floor stimulating her brain. She smiles slightly as she catches the eyes of a few admirers.
“See? You are cat nip,” Chaewon smiles and holds Yunjin’s trembling hand. “Keep looking around. The richer they look the better, I’m going to get us something to drink.”
Her best friend slips away quickly, working her way through the crowd as if she owns it. Yunjin had always admired Chaewon for the way she carried herself. She knew her worth and knew that nobody else was at her level. Chaewon’s personality was magnetic and it consistently challenged Yunjin to step up her game.
A few songs soar out of the speakers, shaking the floor as the beat matches with the flashing colors of the lights. On a normal night, Yunjin would be in the center of the dance floor with wild hair and a wide smile.
But tonight she was on a mission.
“Holy shit, the bartender is so hot!” Chae squeals as she returns with two similar drinks in her hand. She hands one of the thick glasses to Yunjin, who wastes no time draining about half of it. “She has this whole masculine vibe and an arm sleeve of tattoos.”
Yunjin pays no mind as Chaewon rambles about the hot woman she just encountered, all she can focus on is slurping every drop of the drink in her hand. The glass is soon nothing but a pile of ice and Yunjin feels her anxiety begin to blur at the edges.
“Damn, were you thirsty?” Chaewon giggles to herself as she sips her drink and locks eyes with a potential client.
“I’m getting another one, maybe there’s rich people at the bar,” Yunjin speaks up once she notices where Chaewon has been staring. A tall, dark-haired woman approaches them slowly as if she’s the predator and Chaewon is her prey. Yunjin watches as Chaewon practically changes in front of her, her eyes drooping into a sexy gaze that would lock anybody in and trap them under her spell.
She wished for mercy for the tall, mysterious woman as Yunjin turns from the scene and saunters to the bar.
A familiar song starts as Yunjin leans against the dark wood bar top. She feels as if the world is caving in on her and she wonders for a second what is wrong with her. Chaewon would be wined, fucked, and paid all before Yunjin could even work up the courage to talk to a potential client.
“Now, what could make a girl as pretty as you look so troubled?” A smooth voice says to Yunjin. She looks up slowly, her heart fluttering when she sees the person kind enough to spare her a compliment in the midst of her drowning in her thoughts.
A bartender, and a really cute one at that. The girl has the sleeves of her white shirt rolled up, showing off her sleeve of tattoos that seemed to stretch further than just the visible forearm. The top two buttons are undone and it gives Yunjin the view of her collarbones as her short hair is pushed behind her shoulders. The girl’s face adorns thin-rimmed black glasses that make Yunjin’s breath catch in her throat.
The girl is the pinnacle of beauty.
Yunjin’s mouth runs dry as she parts her lips to answer.
“My friend is better than me,” she jokes and peeks behind her to see Chaewon starting to dance with the taller woman.
“Well, I find that hard to be true. How do you get better than perfection?”
Yunjin can feel the tips of her ears getting warm at the praise. The bartender smirks lightheartedly, scooping ice into a glass and setting it in front of Yunjin. She throws a drink together quickly, the same one Yunjin had drank just a few minutes ago. Yunjin smiles brightly at her and reaches into her bra to pull the cash she’d stuffed in there out.
The bartender waves her hand. “Pretty girls don’t pay.”
And those words stick to Yunjin’s skin as she returns to the dance floor with a newfound confidence.
🥃
The scarlet-haired girl came back the next weekend and the weekend after that. She was with her same short-haired friend and they were on the same mission yet again, picking up rich women.
Kazuha wasn’t blind, it was clear even from behind the bar that the girls were selling their bodies to the highest bidder. Not that it was Kazuha’s business, she just found herself being nosy.
Their plan became clear to Kazuha when she noticed the way Yunjin slipped out with a different woman every time she came to the club. Kazuha didn’t judge of course, she understood everyone struggles and sometimes you have to bite the bullet and take charge.
If anything she admired the scarlet-haired girl for knowing what she needs and going after it.
This weekend was no different, the girl of Kazuha’s dreams would be walking out of that door on the arm of someone else. She could feel her stomach twisting at the thought.
She was pathetic.
“So, do I ever get the pleasure of knowing your name or will I have to keep calling you the sexy bartender who lets me drink for free?” The scarlet-haired girl asked after almost a month of ping-ponging compliments.
Kazuha smiles, pushing up the thin rim of her dark glasses.
“Well, giving you my name ruins the illusion, pretty girl. How can I be sexy if I’m not mysterious?” Kazuha fights back as she pours Yunjin her signature drink, a vodka cranberry with cherry juice.
“Oh, you’ll still be plenty sexy,” Yunjin states with a genuine smile on her face. Over the past month they’d found a speaking level that was perfect. Not yelling but just loud enough that their conversations were for them and only them. “Seriously, what do I have to do for you to tell me your name?”
Kazuha thinks for a second, crossing her arms over her chest as the girl sips her drink and watches her every move. Kazuha glances around her, taking in the scene of the club and a thought rushes to her mind.
This’ll be fun.
“If you can get Ms. Han to take you home within the next 30 minutes, I’ll give you my name and my phone number next weekend.”
Yunjin scoffs. She had heard of Ms. Han from Chaewon. She was the definition of a snob, always mocking decor and shaming people for not having as much money as her. She’s an unhappy woman who gets off on being dominated by women younger than her.
She’s picky, but a very high tipper.
“Is that a challenge?” Yunjin says, a smirk playing devilishly on her lips. Kazuha has to physically resist the urge to lean over her bar and drag her thumb across Yunjin’s plump bottom lip.
“One that I would say is impossible,” Kazuha shrugs as if the outcome doesn’t matter to her.
“Maybe for me a month ago, but for me now?” Yunjin finishes her drink, never breaking her searing eye contact with the sexy bartender. “When I win, I want your number and I want you to text me with a date planned.”
Kazuha’s heart might have just stopped. She tries to keep her poker face and give off the impression that she isn’t internally freaking out at the confidence leaking from Yunjin’s lips. It’s hot, watching the way she takes charge. Kazuha has to clear her throat and swim through the sexual tension between them to push out her next words.
“And what do I get when I win?”
“If you win, you get the same thing except I plan the date.”
At this point, Kazuha feels like she might just blink out of existence. She’s never been flirted with so openly, nobody has ever wanted her and been so expressive about it.
She pushes out a laugh at Yunjin’s words. “So either way we go on a date?”
Yunjin smiles, standing from her stool without another word and sauntering to the other end of the bar. Kazuha drinks her in as she walks, her confidence a glowing light that almost seems to part the crowd and lets her walk untouched.
She’s radiant, a mirror image of perfection.
Kazuha finds herself staring Yunjin down as she works her magic on Ms. Han. She can’t deny the way her fist seems to clench every time Yunjin leans in and presses a hand on Han’s shoulder to hear her better. And her jaw clenches when she watches Yunjin throw her head back in laughter, her mouth-watering cleavage on display.
All too fast, the pair are standing from the bar. Yunjin flashes a look at Kazuha, a wild smirk on her mouth.
Ms. Han locks arms with Yunjin, leading her out of the club. But not before Yunjin tosses her scarlet hair over her shoulder and locks eyes with Kazuha, lifting her pinky and thumb to her ear in the shape of a phone. Even in the distance, Kazuha reads her perfect red lips in the dark.
“Phone number.”
🥃
“I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’ve been secretly rooting for you guys for weeks now,” Chaewon laughs on the other line of the phone. Yunjin can’t fight the smile painting her lips as she walks up to the address the sexy bartender gave her.
Of course, since her win a couple of weeks ago she now knows the bartender as Kazuha. She had told Kazuha her name was like a poem and that it fit her since she had a face people would write literature about. She basked in the way Kazuha blushed at the compliment and committed the look to memory. She envisioned it now as she walks into the building.
“I’m surprised you’re not jealous considering you’re technically the one who saw her first,” Yunjin says as she walks down the hall of the apartment building.
“Yeah but she didn’t see me. She saw you.”
And Yunjin can’t deny the way her stomach flutters. Chae’s right. For once, someone saw her. And her heart joins in on the fluttering as she approaches the door.
“Chae, I have to go I just got to her place,” Yunjin says into the phone.
“Okay, okay. Don’t have too much fun and don’t forget the importance of the clit. Love you!”
Yunjin chokes back her laugh as her friend hangs up the phone before she can respond. Yunjin slides her phone into her small purse and knocks on the door with sweaty palms.
Kazuha answers the door looking like a vision ripped straight from Yunjin’s dream.
She’s dressed head to toe in black, her button up shirt tight around her waist to show off her figure. Kazuha’s pants hug her hips snug and the sight is enough to make Yunjin lose her mind. Her hair is slightly messy yet looks perfect and she’s wearing her usual glasses.
Yunjin almost feels sick over how stunning Kazuha is. And Kazuha isn’t doing much better, her eyes raking over Yunjin’s black crop top and dark jean skirt that seems like it was sewn to fit her and only her.
“Wow.” Is the only word that leaves Kazuha’s mouth but it escapes her lips as a whisper and the words are so soft they caress Yunjin’s ear.
Yunjin can feel her ears burning.
“You took my line,” Yunjin jokes as she crosses into the apartment. She’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been looking forward to this for a couple of weeks now. She finally had the chance to talk to Kazuha and not just milk her for free drinks in a packed and sweat-soaked club. “You clean up nice, you know for a bartender.”
Kazuha’s jaw drops dramatically as she shuts the door, leading Yunjin inside of her apartment.
“I have a sense of style, my job just doesn’t allow it.”
Yunjin’s eyes take everything in, quickly focusing on the pictures of Kazuha with her friends and a smile so bright it would put the sun to shame.
“Family photo?” Yunjin asks, pointing to one of her favorites on the fireplace mantel. Kazuha stands in the middle, a girl to her left with a similar curve to her smile.
“Yeah,” Kazuha can’t hide her embarrassment. “Me and my sister, Eunchae. She’s shy when you first meet her but she’s one of the most eccentric people I know. She’s more of my best friend than my sister.”
“She’s adorable,” Yunjin gushes. “Younger or older?”
“Younger, she just turned 18 not that long ago. I think you two would actually get along great.”
Yunjin can’t deny the way her heart swells at the thought of meeting Kazuha’s family. As she lets herself imagine it she smells something delicious in the air, her stomach growling in response.
“Did you cook?”
Kazuha feels her cheeks go pink. She didn’t cook often but she felt tonight was a special occasion and didn’t want to waste an opportunity to impress the gorgeous girl she was lucky enough to get into her apartment.
“It’s nothing special. You already know I can make drinks, I wanted to prove I could cook too.”
Yunjin just looks at her in awe for a second, before she’s lead to the kitchen. The table is already set, the food in the middle and waiting for them to dive in. And on top of one of the plates is a single red rose.
Yunjin’s heart swoons, almost taking her with it. She wonders if she would float away or just collapse.
“Well, Kazuha. If you’re trying to impress me it is working like a charm.”
“Good,” Kazuha chokes out as they sit down for their meal. They eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before engulfing into conversation and small anecdotes while enjoying each other’s company.
“Okay,” Yunjin starts as they sit on the floor. Their meal was long finished and they were working on finishing the bottle of wine they opened at the start of the night. Neither of them knew how long they’d been here, flipping between jokes and serious conversations. It was comfortable between them, a comfort that nuzzled deep into Yunjin’s chest and made a home that she would never dream of destroying. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Haven’t you been doing that all night?” Kazuha jokes, tilting her wine glass for another sip. The color of the wine reminded her of Yunjin’s hair. Silky and the color of crimson blood.
“So many questions and never enough answers,” Yunjin sighs with a playful smile dancing on her lips. “But seriously. How come you never asked me for my number? I mean, you were flirting with me for a while before that fateful bet. It’s not like it would’ve taken much.”
Kazuha lets herself think for a second, wanting her answer to be as honest as possible.
“I didn’t know if I was your type. I’ve seen the girls you sleep with. They’re all rich and powerful. They’re confident and know what they want. I’m nothing like that.”
Yunjin thinks she can hear the sound of her heart tearing in half. Maybe Kazuha can hear it too.
“You’re exactly like that. I mean, maybe not the rich part but I don’t care about that. I only sleep with rich women as my clientele. The richer the woman the more she’s willing to tip. That’s my job, but it has nothing to do with my personal dating life.”
Yunjin’s words wrap around Kazuha like a soft blanket, and between that and the crackling fireplace she thinks she could sleep right here. Though she knows sleep would be less satisfying, the Yunjin in her dreams didn’t nearly compare to the real one right in front of her.
“The richer the woman, the more she’s willing to tip?” Kazuha repeats, the glasses of wine she swallowed down starting to blur the lines for her. She notices the way Yunjin inches herself closer. “So if I were your client, what would you charge me for this date?”
Yunjin sips from her glass, keeping their eyes locked as she swallows. Kazuha can feel as the tension shifts and becomes palpable.
“I run a high rate,” Yunjin says, her voice seeming thick. “A date like this would cost you quite a bit. With hourly, you’re at about $1,000.”
Kazuha decides in that moment, as Yunjin’s eyelashes hit her cheek and she carries that beautiful smirk, that whatever she’s charging isn’t enough. She decides that none of these women deserve Yunjin’s time. They don’t deserve to hear her laugh dance around their head. They don’t deserve to gaze into her chocolate eyes. And they definitely don’t deserve to reach their greedy hands up her skirt. Or kiss her perfect lips.
The price doesn’t matter to her, they don’t deserve it.
“And what about after the date? What do I get charged for that?” Kazuha’s voice almost doesn’t sound like her own when she finally says the words.
Yunjin swallows more of her wine, her eyes holding an intensity that sends shivers down Kazuha’s spine.
“That depends on what you want to do to me. Would you tease me? Get me wet and make me ride your thigh? Or would you skip all of that and just fuck me?”
Fuck.
Kazuha’s stomach does a backflip and she feels as if all the air has been knocked straight out of her lungs. The dirty words sound like silk coming from Yunjin’s pretty lips and Kazuha feels herself getting wet just imagining everything Yunjin described.
“I would have to tease you first, make you squirm and beg until it drove you crazy,” Kazuha responds, the eye contact starting to drown the both of them.
Yunjin is so beyond turned on and she can feel herself trembling as she imagines what wickedly beautiful look Kazuha would give her while she desperately chases her orgasm. Would Yunjin want to tease her back or would she give in immediately?
“That’s what you want isn’t it? You want someone who doesn’t give in easily. You like to earn your rewards,” Kazuha’s voice continues only sending waves straight to Yunjin’s heat.
“And would you? Make me earn it?”
Kazuha’s lips turn up in the most attractive way. “I would make you earn every second of it.”
Yunjin takes her final sip of wine, the deep red liquid dripping from her mouth and down her chin. Kazuha acts before she can think, leaning in and using her thumb to clean the liquid. She hears the way Yunjin gasps under her touch and it’s like something ignites in her. Her thumb traces Yunjin’s plump and warm bottom lip slowly.
And before she can decide whether to actually close the gap between them, Yunjin is pulling her into her mouth. Their lips land onto each other gracefully despite the taste of desperation leaking off of both their hot and slick tongues.
The kiss is filthy, filled with everything the girls have wanted to say for weeks. Kazuha tastes like wine and the smallest hint of mint which is shocking to Yunjin since they’d just had dinner right before. The taste of Kazuha mixed with the way the short-haired woman is touching any amount of bare skin she can has Yunjin moaning deeply into her mouth.
Their tongues tangle together, the taste becoming intoxicating and the touches never being enough.
Yunjin’s hands move slowly, tracing Kazuha’s shoulders and neck before reaching for the front of her black button up.
The moment is shattered as Yunjin’s phone starts ringing. She groans as she pulls away from the beautiful woman in her arms.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Yunjin sighs as the Chaewon-specific ringtone fills Kazuha’s apartment. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why she’s calling me so late.”
“No, no don’t apologize. You should make sure she’s okay.”
And god, Kazuha looks like an angel sent straight from heaven. Her chest heaving and hair messy. She runs her tongue over her now swollen lips and Yunjin can’t resist going back in for a peck before she reluctantly answers the phone.
🥃
It’s supposed to be like every other weekend tonight. Kazuha is behind the bar as usual, pouring drinks and watching as the tips flow. Yunjin is working the floor, scouting for any rich woman willing to spend a pretty penny for a few hours with a pretty girl. It’s been that way for a couple of months now.
What’s not supposed to happen is Kazuha burning any person that even dares to look at Yunjin with her eyes. Seriously, if looks could kill Kazuha would be a mass murderer.
Granted, Kazuha might still be fighting her own urges to pounce on Yunjin every time she even glances her way. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their date last week and the way Yunjin tasted and trembled in her arms when they kissed. She constantly wondered what would have happened if Chaewon hadn’t called, begging Yunjin to let her into her house since she was drunk and lost her key.
Although none of that matters now as Kazuha glares at the older woman currently trying to seduce Yunjin at the bar top. Despite Kazuha being right in eyesight, Yunjin keeps her eyes locked on the other woman.
Kazuha can feel her blood simmering like a pot of water on the stove as she watches them. The older lady leans in, grasping Yunjin’s shoulder and speaking too close to her ear. Yunjin laughs at what she says, resting one of her hands on the older woman’s shoulder. Then the older woman snakes her hand around Yunjin’s waist to pull her closer.
Yunjin looks fucking phenomenal in the outfit she chose tonight and Kazuha doesn’t miss the way the older woman’s eyes track her up and down. Kazuha’s stomach turns as Yunjin leans into the woman’s touch and drags her painted fingernails across her arm.
That should be her. She hated the idea of anybody else getting to touch Yunjin even if it was just for the money.
And why did Yunjin have to look so damn irresistible? And why did she have to give that woman all of her attention?
Kazuha squeezes her hands into fists, the action starting to leave fingernail marks in her palm. Kazuha reaches her breaking point very quickly as she watches the woman’s hand slide down from its place on Yunjin’s back and rest comfortably on her ass.
Oh shit, she was definitely going to regret this but she just couldn’t stop herself. It’s as if her instinct takes over and all she can think about is Yunjin.
She wants to be the only one to touch Yunjin.
Kazuha storms to their end of the bar, glaring daggers into the woman.
“Get your fucking hands off of her and get out of my club,” she growls. The woman’s eyebrows stitch together in confusion and Yunjin looks like she’s seconds away from cursing Kazuha out.
“Excuse me?” The lady asks.
“You heard me. Walk your happy ass out of this building right now before I chop your fucking hands off. And I’m just itching for you to call my bluff. Please do.”
And maybe it’s the psycho look in her eyes or maybe it’s the way she’s hardly speaking and is basically growling commands, but the woman’s face goes pale and she lets go of her grip on Yunjin quickly.
“This is so not worth it,” the random lady mumbles as she stands from the barstool and walks right out of the club doors.
And though Kazuha is satisfied with herself, Yunjin looks like she’s plotting murder.
“And you,” Kazuha looks dead at the scarlet-haired girl who had been practically ignoring her all night. “You stay right there. We’ll talk about this later.”
And though Yunjin wants to put up a fight, Kazuha gets flagged down to the other side of the bar. So she keeps her lips sealed and plops herself onto the stool her potential client had once sat in.
🥃
“So are we going to talk about whatever the fuck that was or do you want me to just sit in silence and watch you clean?” Yunjin finally speaks up.
She sat at the bar all night, watching Kazuha work with that pissed off look on her face. She hates to admit it was unbelievably sexy seeing her angry.
The club was completely empty now, everybody already long gone and in their beds right now. Everybody except the two women who’d hardly said a word to each other all night.
Kazuha doesn’t reply, flipping the chairs at the tables around the bar top.
Yunjin sighs. “I don’t even know what you’re upset for. You know this is what I do. It’s never been a problem with you before why is it now?”
Kazuha wants to bite her tongue, let the suspense and anger fester but the words break through.
“You really don’t get it do you? Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch you flirt with everyone all night? I mean, that woman was practically groping you at my bar top and I’m just supposed to let it slide?” Kazuha raises her voice slightly, but Yunjin doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she comes back 10 times harder.
“Well it hasn’t been a problem for months? So why now Kazuha?”
Kazuha flips the last chair, crossing back to the bar and tilting her head as she looks at the girl who has been running laps in her mind since the first time she saw her all those weeks ago.
“It’s always been a problem. You coming in here looking like a fucking piece of art just to flirt with everybody in the room except for me. You drive me insane. You have been for weeks and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want them to touch you. I don’t want anybody touching you except for me.”
Yunjin feels her heart skip a beat, a wave of heat sent straight to her core at the desperation mixed with anger dripping from Kazuha’s tone.
“So what are you going to do about it? Are you going to claim me?” Yunjin’s voice reminds Kazuha of that night in front of the fire. The night of wine kisses and dirty words.
“Is that what you want?” Kazuha moves in closer, trapping Yunjin against the edge of the bar. Yunjin’s panting already, the anticipation enough to already have her wet at the thought of what Kazuha could do to claim her. “You want me to fuck you right here? Make you scream my name? Mark you up so everyone knows you belong to me and they don’t get to have you?”
Yunjin’s eyes cloud over with lust, dark and sensual as she eats Kazuha up with just her gaze. Kazuha feels something wash over her and within seconds her lips are devouring Yunjin’s.
They kiss with no holds barred. Their tongues tangling and teeth clashing. They channel all of their anger and their pent-up sexual tension into the kiss. This time it doesn’t leak of desperation but of devotion. As if they’re committing to something together without even knowing what they’re committing to.
Yunjin’s hands work fast, unbuttoning Kazuha’s shirt to reveal her perfect set of abs. Yunjin thinks maybe she took a pit stop in the Greek Realm and claimed herself a goddess. Yunjin admires her favorite work of art for a second, trailing her hands down the front of Kazuha’s black lace bra and down her abs right into her pants.
Kazuha kisses her breathlessly as she presses their bodies as close as they can go without fusing into one another. She’s warm and slick as Yunjin slides a finger into her. They both moan into the kiss, the feeling making Kazuha lightheaded.
“God, look at you. So wet already. I bet it won’t take long for you to cum will it?” Yunjin’s tone is mocking as she adds a second finger to Kazuha’s cunt. She grinds her palm into her warm clit and Kazuha swears she sees stars cloud her vision for a second.
Yunjin’s chest heaves as she kisses Kazuha’s face, taking in every beautiful face she makes as she comes undone.
“This is why you picked a fight? You get off on it. My filthy, bratty girl,” Yunjin continues, her voice drenched in sex. It’s like music to Kazuha’s ears and she knows she’s already seconds away from being a mess all over Yunjin’s hand.
Kazuha kisses in between her moans, sucking and licking at Yunjin’s neck and shoulders and collarbone. Yunjin groans as Kazuha bites down on her exposed skin, leaving purple marks in her wake as she gets to work.
“Jesus,” Kazuha moans out, her legs feeling weak as she gushes. Her nails dig into Yunjin who hisses in her ear. One quick lick to her earlobe and just like that she’s shoving her head into Yunjin’s shoulder as she cums. Yunjin praises, fucking her through her orgasm. Kazuha rolls her hips into Yunjin’s palm, white coating her vision as she rides it out.
“So good, Zuha. You did so good.”
Yunjin doesn’t even get a chance to finish her praises before Kazuha kisses her. Yujin snakes her hand out of Kazuha’s pants, putting her drenched fingers in between them so they can work together to lick them clean. They kiss, tongues diving into each other’s mouths for a taste.
They’re both slick with sweat and gasping for breath but Kazuha doesn’t care as she lifts Yunjin onto the bar top, crawling up after her.
“Right here,” Kazuha groans out, pulling the top of Yunjin’s dress down to free her perfect tits. Yunjin gasps, the cool air instantly hardening her nipples. Kazuha smirks, taking the right one into her warm mouth. The temperature change feels amazing and Yunjin arches her back as she lets out a groan. “Right here is where you let that woman touch you in front of me. At my bar.”
Yunjin shivers, rubbing her thighs together for relief. She knew she wouldn’t last long with Kazuha teasing her like this.
“Zuha please. Please touch me.”
“Is that what you said to her? Did you beg her like this?” Kazuha pinches Yunjin’s left nipple, immediately covering the pain with her tongue and taking the entire bud into her mouth. Yunjin yelps, the feeling only making her wetter than she already was.
“No,” Yunjin chokes out.
“No?” Kazuha repeats, dragging her tongue across both of Yunjin’s breasts. “And even if you would have, do you think she could ever touch you like this? Make you feel this good?”
Tears prickle Yunjin’s eyes, ready to spill as she prepares herself to beg again.
“Never, nobody ever could. Please, Kazuha. Please, I need you. Only you. Please touch me, god please.”
Kazuha pulls away, looking at the mess she’s created. Yunjin’s scarlet hair is a mess, her legs rubbing together for any source of pleasure and her heaving chest loitered with hickeys and marks from Kazuha and only Kazuha.
She looked absolutely ethereal.
Kazuha kisses her lips, savoring the taste for a second before she pushes Yunjin’s dress up.
“Fuck, Yunjin. You’re absolutely soaked,” Kazuha taunts as she pulls Yunjin’s panties down. Yunjin’s cunt is glistening and almost dripping already.
Kazuha wants to tease more but her mouth is watering at the sight. She starts slow, dragging a lazy flat tongue up her slit. Yunjin groans, the sound filling the empty club as she squirms on the previously cleaned bar top. Her moans send shivers down Kazuha’s spine as she dives in for a second lick.
“You taste like fucking heaven, baby. I could live here.”
This time she can’t resist and eats Yunjin out like her life depends on it. She starts at the clit, lapping at the sensitive nub.
Yunjin cries out, a sob breaking from her lips. “Yes, yes. Please, more.”
“So pretty when you cry for me,” Kazuha sighs out as she sinks two fingers into Yunjin. She clenches around them quickly her moans turning into screams as Kazuha curls her fingers just right. “You fucking love it don’t you? Being talked to like this. Look at how drenched you are for me. Nobody else ever gets to see you like this.”
Yunjin is fully crying now, grinding and swirling her hips as Kazuha dives back into her clit with a hungry tongue.
“I never want anybody else. Just you, please. I’m so close. Please, Zuha.”
“Scream it baby, tell them who you belong to while you cum on my tongue,” Kazuha’s voice sounds visceral, something she’s never heard out of herself before.
Yunjin’s hips stutter, sobs breaking and voice cracking as she screams out Kazuha’s name. Her moans and cries echo through the building as her back arches and she coats Kazuha’s fingers and tongue in her orgasm. She rides out the waves, Kazuha holding her close and adding more hickey’s to her new collection.
“So fucking beautiful,” Kazuha whispers as she kisses Yunjin, her warm tongue sliding with hers. She pulls away, licking the fresh tears off of Yunjin’s flushed face. Yunjin kisses her gently at the act of affection.
“I’m sorry,” Yunjin says, still catching her breath. “You’re right I shouldn’t have been flirting with her right in front of you. I think I just wanted a reaction out of you.”
“No, don’t apologize,” Kazuha kisses her face gently. “You were just doing your job. I’m sorry for going all jealous and possessive.”
Yunjin smiles. “It’s okay. I liked it.”
“Clearly.”
They both laugh for a second, then as if the world comes back into focus they take a look around the empty club.
“We should probably get out of here. After I clean my bar top, again,” Kazuha sighs, sliding off of the bar and helping Yunjin off as well.
“Let me help, considering I am a part of the problem.”
“Okay, but you can’t tell anybody about this. I might get fired.”
“Deal.”