Iz*one Oneshots

Whipped Cream - Yulyen

“Yeah… faster baby” Yuri held on to Yena’s shoulders as the older woman thrusted into her, blowing her already grown out and should’ve been cut bangs out of her face. Yuri groaned when Yena hit a spot she knew almost too well.

Yuri came after a few more thrusts, and Yena followed soon after, her dick softening the second she pulled out then rolled on to her back. Yuri sighed out an “I love you” then turned on her side.

Yuri loved Yena, she was the love of her life, her high school sweetheart. Yena made Yuna and Yeri, their two beautiful twin girls possible. But the truth was, their life had gone vanilla. Especially their sex life.

Sex was no longer spontaneous, it was more routine. Once a month they’d get into bed and go at it, so to speak. But not like they used to, oh no, before they were hot, electric love-struck teenagers. And now? They were vanilla, mid twenties lovers. Not that the sweet and soft sex wasn’t great, because sometimes soft and slow is great. But Yuri knew better than anyone, that sometimes, you just want to get your hair fucking pulled. Use toys, bite, anything, to get things going again.

It’s not like it was lesbian bed death. Yena had a dick, and boobs. How much better could things get for Yuri? They still could reach climax. It just wasn’t as blood pumping, screaming at the top of your lungs, back scratching orgasms. It was more the little soft sighs and the occasional murmur of a name.

Yuri missed the old times, and deep down she knew Yena did to. Just by the little unsatisfied sigh she let out when Yuri turned on her side, supposedly to sleep. That sigh told her more than Yena ever would.

Yena was the love of her life, and Yuri would give anything to feel as carefree and lustful as she once did.

Yuri drifted off into a thoughtful sleep, waiting for the next day, and hopefully one just a bit.

“Honey, can you pick up the twins today?” Yena asked Yuri while she rushed around the kitchen, setting a plate of smiley faced pancakes with chocolate dotted eyes, bacon mouth and whipped cream hair, on the table for the girls. Yuri rolled her eyes at the question, like she even needed to ask.

Yena rolled her eyes right back at her wife. “I’m serious Yul, I’ve got 4 meetings today. I can’t do it” Yena checked her watch, and then rechecked it just to make sure she wasn’t going to be late

“Babe, slow down” Yuri came up behind Yena who was standing by the table adjusting her Bluetooth earpiece while the twins munched their bacon happily.

“No need to rush” Yuri hands slid around Yena’s torso, pulling her into an embrace, kissing the tattoo on Yena’s neck that she remembered the older girl getting 7 months into their high school relationship.

Yena sunk back in to Yuri’s arms, her neck tilting sideways a second before her phone starting ringing. “Sorry Yul, I have to go” Yena pressed a button on her earpiece, kissing both her daughters foreheads and Yuri on the lips.

“I love you!” Yuri called out to her wife who rushed out the door, waving distractedly at Yuri while she struggled to handle her travel cup, briefcase and car keys at once.

Yuri couldn’t help but laugh at the ironic situation she was in. She vowed to herself that she’d let nothing with a penis be the one to go out and be the bread winner just so she could stay at home and be a house wife, yet here she was. Chauffeuring her kids around and watching her wife, with a dick, a fucking huge one at that, go off to work. But she knew there were some perks to being a stay at home mom.

Yuri placed her hands on the kitchen table, watching Yuna shove the last bit of pancake in to her mouth, “Is mommy pregnant?” Yuna asked, her mouth full.