Archive of Our Own ^beta

they’d been out all day
hot weather, too many bags, chenle dragging her from store to store just because she liked seeing herself in new outfits

jisung didn’t complain
she never did, as long as they were together
but her eyes had been stuck on chenle since the second she stepped into the first dressing room

the way her thighs peeked out under those tiny shorts, how her fingers lingered when she adjusted a hem or smoothed a waistband
how she’d glance back at jisung in the mirror like she knew exactly what she was doing

so when she pulled the curtain open just a bit and called out,
“sungie, can you help me zip up my skirt? it’s stuck on my ass”
that teasing tone fluttering through jisungs core

jisung stepped inside, shutting the curtain quietly behind her
chenle was facing the mirror, skirt bunched up around her hips
blonde hair messy, bare legs glowing under the fluorescent lights

“what, do i look too good?” chenle teased, looking at her reflection

jisung simply nodded feeling the desperation hit her throat and fill her body
she was already dropping to her knees

“seriously?” chenle scoffed
“i need your help stop messing around”

but then she felt her
warm breath brushing over her skin
the lightest touch of lips at the crease of her thigh
jisung’s glasses slipping low as she leaned in closer
hair falling in her face but not hiding the way she was staring

“sungie,” chenle said, slower now
“what are you doing…”

jisung’s hands curled around her thighs, holding her still
she kissed her again, a little higher, and whispered,
“please say yes… i need this”

chenle blinked
pretending not to hear, even though she already knew what was happening
“i don’t even know what you’re asking for, sungie”

and that’s when she felt it—
jisung licking her through her panties
slow and wet and heavy, like she was starved
like she’d been waiting all day to taste her

chenle gasped, one hand flying into jisung’s hair
her voice caught in her throat but she still tried to act smug
“didn’t say yes, freak”

jisung moaned against her, breath shaky
“just let me… please, j-just this once”

she was rutting slightly against the floor, rocking slow as her mouth stayed glued to chenle’s heat
fingers digging into her thighs, keeping her close, keeping her there

“taste so good already…” she breathed
“i c-can’t stop”

chenle tried to hold her attitude, tried to roll her eyes
but her legs were already shaking
her breath stuttering every time jisung’s tongue dragged slow over the soaked fabric

“god, you’re… you’re so gross” she muttered
but her voice was quieter now
she wasn’t pushing her away

and when jisung looked up at her, glasses fogged, lips shiny, bangs stuck to her skin

chenle’s fingers twisted in the strands at the back of her neck like she didn’t know whether to pull her closer or shove her away

jisung kept mouthing at her through the fabric
tongue slow and heavy
eyes glazed like she wasn’t even fully there
like the taste was enough to make her lose her mind

“you’re disgusting,” chenle breathed
but her hips bucked just slightly into the touch

jisung moaned again
like she liked being called that
like every word chenle said was fuel

“you’re embarrassing yourself,” chenle added, voice a little breathier now
“we’re in a public store… there’s literally people just outside”

jisung only nodded
didn’t even lift her head
just kept licking, soft and deep and messy

and chenle had had enough of the teasing
of the warm mouth and no real pressure
so she pushed down on jisung’s head, hard

“then do it right,” she snapped
“if you’re gonna act like a dog in heat, at least make it worth it”

she didn’t expect the sound jisung made
this broken little moan like she loved being manhandled
and then without warning, her fingers slipped under chenle’s panties and tugged them aside

and god
the second her tongue met bare skin, she lost it

jisung licked her like she was never gonna get the chance again
like it was the only thing she’d ever wanted

her hands gripped chenle’s thighs, pulling her open
her mouth wet and desperate and relentless
messy circles with her tongue, soft sucks, panting between each lick like she couldn’t even breathe right

“shit—” chenle gasped
her knees almost buckled, she grabbed the wall for balance

jisung didn’t slow
didn’t even hesitate
just looked up at her with her mouth full and eyes wide and soaked with lust
like being shoved into her girlfriend’s cunt in a dressing room was exactly where she belonged

“you’re… enjoying this t-too much” chenle whispered, voice cracking

jisung nodded again, still licking, still moaning into her
like the taste, the public setting, the way chenle was shaking—
it was all too much and still not enough

“fuck, you’re shameless” chenle muttered
but she was already tilting her hips forward
already chasing more

chenle tried not to make a sound
bit down on her own knuckle and stared hard at the ceiling
but the second jisung flattened her tongue and dragged it up the full length of her pussy, her legs gave a violent twitch

and then jisung pulled back
panting
face flushed
mouth shining

her fingers slipped under chenle’s panties again, and instead of diving back in like before
she pressed her tongue in deep—just once—slow and greedy
just enough to fill her mouth with taste

then she leaned back, opened her mouth, and let it fall out

a thick strand of spit mixed with slick dripped right back onto chenle
landing hot and heavy against her clit

jisung let out a loud desperate groan at the sight before her

chenle gasped
hand flying to her own mouth again

“sungie—” she whispered, frantic, eyes wide
“you’re being so—so fucking loud”

but she didn’t move
she didn’t close her legs or stop jisung’s hands from holding her thighs wide open

“you taste…” jisung whispered, breath shaky
“you taste so good i can’t—”

and then she did it again
tongue swiping back through the mess, gathering it up, slow and deliberate
before spitting it back out with a broken moan

chenle slapped the wall behind her
her eyes squeezed shut and her face tilted toward the ceiling like she could pretend this wasn’t happening
like she could ignore the way the wet heat spread through her stomach and made her legs shake

she whispered, voice raw, “we’re in public”
like it mattered anymore

but jisung didn’t stop
didn’t even pretend to
her tongue found chenle’s clit this time, soft but precise
and when chenle jolted, a sound escaped her throat—high and helpless

she slapped her hand over her mouth again
“fuck—” she whispered into her palm
“don’t make me—don’t make me cum yet—”

“please,” she heard from below her
voice cracked, low, filthy
“please let me keep tasting you— i..want more of you, a-all of you…”

the way she said it—like it hurt to ask, like it hurt not to—
made chenle ache worse
she bit down on her lip, shaky hand gripping jisung’s hair again

“you’re such a freak,” she whispered
but it came out soft

and jisung moaned like she liked that too
like she’d wear it proud

jisung didn’t let up
her mouth was buried so deep between chenle’s thighs it was like she didn’t need to breathe
tongue dragging heavy and wet over her clit again and again
sucking like she was starved
like her whole world existed in the space between chenle’s legs

her face was soaked
chin dripping
breath coming hot and shaky through her nose when she bothered to take one

and her hands—her hands were everywhere
one holding chenle’s thigh open, the other squeezing her ass, pulling her in like closer wasn’t even close enough

“jisung—” chenle gasped
voice tight, legs trembling

but jisung just moaned into her
a soft, needy sound that vibrated right against her clit

she was so wet
every time jisung sucked, it made a sound
messy, open-mouthed, sloppy
and she loved it
kept going harder
like she wanted to drown in it

chenle’s head hit the wall
eyes rolling back, lips parting with a breath she couldn’t control

“fuck—”
barely a whisper
her thighs closed tighter around jisung’s head, and she felt her tongue flatten again and press up like it belonged there

and that was it
that’s when it hit

a wave of heat crashed down her spine
her whole body tensed and then let go at once
and she came—hard
with a choked breath and her hand tangled in jisung’s hair

her thighs trembled
her hips bucked forward
and jisung didn’t stop licking even once

“f—fuck, sungie—” she gasped, voice wrecked

her pussy twitched in aftershocks
her whole body buzzing
and jisung just kept licking, slow and wet, sucking softly like she was trying to savor every drop

chenle could barely breathe
her skirt bunched up around her waist, panties shoved aside, thighs sticky and weak

when she finally looked down
jisung was staring up at her
face a mess
lips red
eyes dark with something filthy

“h-happy?,” chenle whispered
but her voice was trembling
and her fingers didn’t let go of her hair

jisung smiled, soft and dazed
“very” she whispered back

—

chenle’s legs still shook when she tried to move
her skirt was wrinkled to hell
panties barely hanging on

and jisung was still kneeling on the floor, glassy-eyed, trying to fix it like she hadn’t just ruined her
soft fingers tugging the hem down, smoothing the fabric like it helped anything

“i can do it,” chenle muttered, cheeks hot
but she didn’t push her away

jisung looked up at her, lips still wet
hands hovering over the zipper stuck on her hip

“sorry,” she whispered
and even that sounded like a moan

chenle sighed, exasperated, but her face softened
“mhm” as she planted a kiss on her girlfriend red cheek

and when they finally stepped out, red-faced and sweaty, the dressing room attendant just blinked at them
eyes trailing down to chenle’s flushed chest, then to jisung’s smeared lip gloss and fogged-up glasses

a slow, judgmental blink

chenle cleared her throat
tucked her hair behind her ear like that’d fix anything
and pointed to the pile in her arms

“i’ll take everything”

“everything?” the worker asked

“mmhm,” chenle nodded, already digging for her wallet
“just—ring it up”

she didn’t look back at the dressing room
and neither did jisung.