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ryeji : with no words exchanged,

published may 11, 2025. 1111 words
au
yeji pov.

I look into her eyes, deceived.

I start to wonder if she only comes over late at night for one reason.

She casually turns up the volume on the TV; it's a controversial show, one that everybody spurs about online.

Her fingers hook around my pajamas paired with my panties. The expression on her face shows no remorse, yet she carefully discards them, fixated on the gap between my legs.

I lay back, letting out a shaky breath.

She palms my shaven folds, her middle finger aligned exactly to separate them. Icy and the perfect fit, it's dumped into my oasis. She makes it two and stimulates my clit before riding it downstream to stick it in.

I release a small moan, my fingernails running down her forearm as if a cry for help. It feels like I'm being electrocuted, the volts hitting the best possible spot that makes it feel incredible. Then, the cry converts into a need to kiss her.

You'd eventually get tired of repping at a consistent pace, but this girl is a different breed. It's the special part of her I love, and I don't care how selfish it seems.

I whimper like I'm injured and roll on her fingers, thighs quivering as she twists my core like it's a key. Without another thought, she pries it open and scoots closer to slap a hungry kiss on my lips. My sounds silenced, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and return them.

Behind three main sounds, I hear my father walk down the hallway, probably heading to use the bathroom until he knocks on the door to ask if we were asleep.

We split, breathless. My pussy's bubbling, and her darkened eyes stick to mine, warning me not to say a word.

He then walks away.

She sits up and kneels over me, leaning in till her face is inches from mine. Her hand firmly encloses around my throat, mouth slightly parted, pressing kindly.

I shriek mid-moan, my head falling back as my eyes screw shut, prepared to erupt any moment. Then, I feel her shift, burying her face in replacement of her fingers.

She leads her free hand down my torso to slip it under my shirt, squeezing my bare breasts and shutting my erect nipples. Her tongue shakes inside of my pinkness, switching with my bud and hole.

Was I being eaten alive? If this is what that feels like, I'm ascending to Heaven. Gratefully.

I tug on her hair locks like it's a strange massage, legs bent beside her head. I rest wide open for her to fit her face inside, because it's pretty much what she's itching for. Moaning incoherently, I bite on my fist, a guttural croak escaping me as my chin tips upward.

Her tongue is actually killing me, ripping the senses out of my mind. It shouldn't be this good when I wasn't even turned on to begin with. I might've been soaked and not even know it; we were heating up in the blanket.

She either flicks on my clit or strokes it, her scorching tongue somewhere in the combo. Finger somewhere too. My entire body is numb at this point. All I recognize is the fire down there. I'm lit.

My abdomen convulses and so do I throb on her lips. I was trying not to squeeze her head between my thighs like a python, resisting the urge to scream while I came.

I hum like it's a dense bass, joining the composer below. The beat drops and it echoes within my orgasm, so I'm limp. Not only am I in the clouds, but a choir is singing me to sleep.

It was amazing. Like a breeze hit me and wiped my sweat right off. I was refreshed. There's so many ways I can explain it, and none of them would be wrong. She's fucking versatile to say the least.

Her hands cup my ass afloat in the air, wrapping around my thighs, secured. This jaguar has swallowed my liver and all, but she's not backing away till I'm hollow.

She must really like the presence of pussy.

My eyes sealed tight, I tangled my fingers in her hair, giving it a playful mess, almost as a thanks. I pull her up to me and extend a kiss, intrigued by my own taste.

Her mouth is wide open, just like my neck. A tongue pierces my every crevice, and she eventually finds her way to my collarbone. Her nose softly slithers and caresses beneath my jaw before sucking my blood.

I streak along her back with my nails, keeping her safe and sound while I'm trying not to erupt. I crush her deltoid like it's a stress ball until it rotates. Now, she's brushing my hair out of the way to slice up the other side.

I'm torn between the urge to purr or bite, my lips grazing her ear. She's killing me in my own home. I then do both. I'm overflowing with hickies, so I have the green light to do whatever. If she lets me.

Her ample hand grips on my titty. And just when I think she's stopped, I lean in to kiss her, pleased. Instead, she lifts up my bralette and her lips drift down, now pouncing roughly against my chest. With that menacing touch, she perks my breast upward to suck on it.

I clench my eyelids and grit my teeth, my breath hitching painfully. The fact it's been quiet, an episode of You fitting in our scrambles, has me in an embarrassingly sweet chokehold. There's no chance this will end any time soon.

I'm above her scalp, whimpering as she goes down on my navel, palms desperate on my tits. She feverishly munches and savors my porcelain skin, and at this point it feels like I'm getting a tan. You know. I'm not doing anything—just intaking the sun.

Those palms and lips are like flames. And it's everywhere. It catches and spreads on my everything. I spot bruises scattered all over my body like polka dots, marks I haven't comprehended yet.

She occupies my clit with her thumb and spins it in circles, lazily. Then finally, gasping heavily, she takes the moment to meet my eyes.

She was hot. Breathtakingly hot. And beautiful. Irresistibly beautiful. Her eyelids fall short with pupils upward, staring like a needy puppy. Lips glisten to the fullest out of lust and hunger.

A smirk rises on her cheek, a finger subtly glides inside once more, and she plants a kiss on my stomach. Our mouths connect and so do our souls.