Iz*one Oneshots

You Like It Wet (So Do I) - Yulyen

Yuri rolled Yena’s luggage over to the front door where her wife stood, fiddling with her phone. “I hate it when you have business trips.” She complained, shoving her fists in the pockets of her hoodie. Yuri stuck out her bottom lip. “Why can’t you just take photos here? Busan is the most beautiful city, you know. It has… character.”

Yena looked up from her phone and caught sight of Yuri’s pout, leaning down to kiss it away. “I can’t help that I was hired, honey. Plus, you’re the one that gives Busan it’s character.” She reached her hands inside Yuri’s hoodie to lace their fingers together.

The brunette made a huffing noise and leaned into Yena. “You’ll remember our deal, right? No touching, because this cock is mine.” She husked against her ear, her palm smoothing across the crotch of Yena’s pants, her hips bucking into her hand.. Yena grinned and nibbled on her wife’s earlobe before pulling away. “That way, orgasms would totally be ten times better when you get back.”

Yuri chuckled. “They’re always mind blowing with you to start with.” She countered. “But, I’ll honor the deal. No touching.”

Pressing a soft kiss to Yena’s mouth, Yuri smiled. “Okay. I’ll see you in a week, darling.”

Yena pulled her hands away from Yuri’s reluctantly. “I’ll call you when I land.” She leaned in to give Yuri one more kiss before grabbing her luggage and heading out the door.

Five days have gone by. Five orgasm-free days. Yuri squirmed on her couch as she watched a movie on her laptop. It was not that she was bored, though that was part of it. If Yena were home, she would be visiting her in her studio, sucking her dick under her office desk, and having the living daylights fucked into her on the surface of Yena’s desk while her coworkers knew to stay away from her office. Groaning to herself, Yuri pressed her thighs tighter together to alleviate herself in some form or another.

She silently cursed herself for making the deal with Yena. What’s worse than not being touched by Yena every night was the fact that she can’t even touch herself. Yuri has needs, and not coming for another day would drive her crazy. If she picked Yena up at the airport tomorrow, she might not be able to control herself. She’s totally going to mount her wife right then and there, fuck her until Yuri is screaming with orgasmic relief.

But no, she had always been impatient. Biting her lip, Yuri reached under their bed and took out the box of toys they kept around for when they wished to try risquér things. Yuri searched through the box, and soon found what she was looking for. The clear plastic jelly vibrator was one of the first toys she bought, and it was the only dildo so far that could come as close to the feel of Yena’s cock when she slides it into her pussy.

Yuri hopped into bed, ignoring the guilt that was starting to form in her lower belly. She blamed her desires. Eyes closed, Yuri pictured Yena hovering over her, the vibrator caressing her folds the way Yena would as she teased her needy pussy. “Fuck, baby…” Yuri gasped out, her fingers pinching her nipple with a spit-slick digit to imitate Yena’s tongue licking the stiff buds. She switched on the vibration to it’s lowest setting and pressed it into her clit. “Oh my god…” She panted in relief.

Yena was weaving her way through people at the airport. She was going to surprise Yuri by coming home two days early from her trip, since everything went ahead as planned, with no hitches whatsoever. Once she finally reached the outside, she hailed a cab and gave the driver their address. She had been faithful to their deal of not touching each other. Sure, she had her moments where she needed an ice cold shower to rid herself of morning wood, but she always found the strength to resist touching herself.