#i also dk how in character this is. i also don't care. dude they're fucking wdy want me to do

[kangjaehee]

fantasy

so. yesterday I was having a quick little scroll through the mysme smut tag on this website and counted only like 2 jaehee things, decided that was unaceptable so here i am. enjoy this sapphics we deserve it.

title: fantasy

rating: 18+

pairing: mcjaehee (but the mc is an oc and her name is Chaeyoung)

summary: Jaehee sends Chaeyoung a rather spicy picture. Chaeyoung near loses her mind, imagining everything they'd do once they meet.

tags: masturbation, pwp, not-so-undertoned d/s, jaehee has a praise k!ink.

word count: 1342

‘I’ll be waiting anxiously.’

The succinct yet felt message was paired with a picture that immediately made Chaeyoung blush as red as a tomato. It was nothing too explicit, but suggestive enough: a picture of her in a black lace thong, touching the inseam and crossing her leg in a way that was more lewd than anything else. 

Jesus fucking Christ, she thought to herself, biting her finger and begging no one outside this makeshift office at C&R she used for party planning matters could sense what was going on inside her. Because she was anything but collected and office-appropriate. Her girlfriend wasn’t the daring type, at least not most days. But when she wanted to provoke Chaeyoung, she definitely knew how to do it. And she’d learned fast that a little goes a long way. 

Huh. This was actually quite naughty of her part. And Chaeyoung would definitely make her pay for that later, teasing her while she should be thinking about anything but how irresistible Jaehee could be. She’d pay an expensive price. Chaeyoung was finding it hard to focus by the second.

Imagination can truly be a woman’s best friend, as well as their worst enemy. It’s always been one of Chaeyoung’s greatest assets. It’s mostly worked in her favor in multiple areas of her life, and now, with Jaehee, it’s becoming the sugar to their sexual life, as she lets Chaeyoung go wild with ideas of scenes and scenarios for them to try.

Now, though, it’s becoming an enemy, as her mind can’t do anything other than conjure image after image of Jaehee, impossibly beautiful Jaehee, at her most vulnerable, and all because of one message.

It was then that Chaeyoung declared herself absolutely defeated. She went ahead and excuse herself from her makeshift office to the restroom, because her clothes were too constricting and her cunt was fucking feeling it and she couldn’t stop thinking about Jaehee.

Jaehee and her honey eyes that always looked up at her with such desire. Jaehee and her cherry lips, always wet, gasping at the way Chaeyoung’s hands traveled down her body. Jaehee and her delicate neck which looked so lovely covered in Chaeyoung’s bruises. Her breasts, so plush with their lovely pert nipples, which never seemed to fit in her hands but oh, the sounds she made when Chaeyoung focused on them were an angel’s choir. 

Locking herself in a stall, she brought two fingers down to rub circles in her clit as she just let her brain do its thing. The way Jaehee sticked out her butt when she plugged her hole shut. How her hands tangled in her hair when she licked her cunt. How she never held back on wanting her. 

God damn it. 

She tried not to be too loud, lest someone come in and accidentally listen. But, truth was that, besides the cold hard porcelain she was sitting on, for all intents and purposes, she was not in this bathroom stall but enveloped by a golden flame, unaware of the automated motions of her hands or the sounds coming out of her mouth, mind only focused on how beautiful Jaehee’s thighs looked covered in her slick, the sweetness of her voice as she moaned her name. She was warm honey, all-consuming and sweet, and oh my God Chaeyoung would drown her in kisses as soon as she walked into that apartment later. 

Oh, the things she would do to her once she was there. Oh, how unable to resist she would be… She would kiss her, not slowly– devour her. Hold her tight by the waist as her thighs squeeze into her, each breath more labored than the last. She’d then go lower, mouth attending to her chest. She wouldn’t take her bra off just yet, wouldn’t give any sort of attention to her nipples which would surely be begging for it. She wouldn’t go lower either, although she’s sure that’s the only place Jaehee would want her mouth to be– no, she was not going to indulge her, no matter how much she whimpered for it. Not tonight, not after this. 

Eventually she’d get to it, though, her own impatience would win out and she’d yank that black lace thong out, fingers grazing though her hole, wet and puffed and open from all the previous stimulation (and whatever she’d surely given herself before Chaeyoung arrived, because Chaeyoung was no fool, but she’d let this one slide for her own sake). She’d tease her for her wetness, praise her for being such a good slut for her, and feel her melt under her. She’d then insert a finger or two in her hole and pull them out quickly– again, not indulging her– and Jaehee might sob but Chaeyoung, in her state, would just laugh and tell her to be a good girl. 

And Jaehee would be, of course, and it would fill Chaeyoung with so, so much pride. She’d be a good girl when she put the plug in– the large one with the ridges that can be felt every centimeter as it goes in, and that she would feel once Chaeyoung filled her with the strap– and Chaeyoung would kiss her in the back of her neck as a reward. Maybe leave a little bruise, something for her to smile at when she caught a glimpse of it after her shower in the morning, something to remind her she was hers. 

She’d then taste her. Taste every last bit of that cunt, lick every last drop from it, savor it. And Jaehee would be beautifully loud about it and she’d tell her to keep making those noises for her, tell her how good she was being while letting her work, and feel how that sends her further down the edge. She’d take her close to that edge, dangerously close to it, close enough to make her ask for permission to release. Chaeyoung, of course, would deny her, telling her to be patient for her sake. Maybe she would even give her thigh a good slap when her complaints got a little more insistent. 

She’d tell her to sit and wait. Be a good girl for her. Not move her hands. She’d go get the strap– the double-shafted one, my god how she loved that one, it hurt deliciously and took her straight to heaven– and when she came back, she’d find Jaehee exactly as she left her and, knowing the effort holding back must’ve taken and knowing she did it all for her, she’d praise the hell out of her and kiss her like she could survive on her lips. That was her favorite part of all this, really. Praising Jaehee, loving Jaehee, giving her everything she deserves. 

She’d go in slowly and then all at once. She’d go at a steady rhythm, feeling each thrust hit her spot with the shaft inside her, maybe she’d even take her bra off just to watch her tits jiggle with each thrust and– hold on, what time was it?

Her eyes suddenly broke open, her cunt very much stimulated and her climax close, but the images far gone from her mind. Shit. She’d forgotten she had the meeting with the Engineers’ Union today at 3, she couldn’t just stay in this stall forever. She checked her clock. It was 2:28. Shit. 

Min Chaeyoung swallowed her frustration and blinked away the tears from her eyes, taking deep breaths to at least attempt to come down from whatever high she just brought herself to. Well, this was annoying. And horribly unsatisfying. But at least she had the knowledge all of this would be a reality once she got home. Perhaps the reality would be even better. 

She rushed to her office to prepare her things, she had to leave in the next five minutes if she wanted to make it on time. She did take her time to open the messenger and reply to Jaehee, though, it was only necessary: 'Oh, you will be waiting, alright.'