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chadolbaegii · 9 months
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pride month is over, but love never ends 🌈💖 let's go lesbeans ☕
print from june for patreon !! went a lil ham drawing my otp lol (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
considering making this a proper print sometime in the future but in the meantime if you want this as a photo print you can snag this on my ko-fi shop !!
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jaeheeweek22 · 1 year
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✨☕️ The Jaehee Week 2022 Schedule is Here!
Hello! And, finally, welcome to…. Jaehee Week 2022! ✨💛
A creation event to celebrate Jaehee Kang’s birthday that will take place the least week of December, with every day having a new prompt.
Here is the schedule for this year!
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The theme is “A word + a quote.” You can choose to create something based on both, or only one of them, or combine if you wish. The goal here is to inspire creativity!
Here’s a list of the prompts, for your convenience:
day 1 (25/12): mistletoe - “all my heart longs for, fulfill” [Immortal Aphrodite, Sappho]
day 2 (26/12): honey - “I cannot deny myself any longer.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]
day 3 (27/12): arabica - “open your life, open your hands.” [I Don’t Want To Live A Small Life, Mary Oliver]
day 4 (28/12): cupcake - “love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says I love you.” [Maya Angelou]
day 5 (29/12): film - “the lights go off and that’s when I know you.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]
day 6 (30/12): dance - “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.” [Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Aliré Saenz]
day 7 (31/12): ring - “under the water, I know of a timeless place.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]
Any and all creations are allowed! Whether it’s fanart, fanfiction, graphics… so long as it has Jaehee as the main focus, everything is welcome. Go crazy go wild!
Please, tag your creations with #JaeheeWeek22 as well as the day, so for example, #JHW01, #JHW02.. etc. If you post on ao3, please use this tags too.
You don’t have to submit everything in the day. It’s okay to post a couple days late, this event is just for fun! So, don’t stress about it.
…And that’s everything. If you have any questions, please send an ask, and we’ll be happy to reply.
Hope everyone has fun during this week, and happy early birthday, Jaehee Kang 💛✨
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kangjaehee · 1 year
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you know, more confidently.
In their Christmas Eve lunch, Chaeyoung debates if she should kiss Jaehee under the msitletoe.
for @jaeheeweek22  day 1 - mistletoe.
title: you know, mroe confidently
pairing: jaehee/main character (CMC: Min Chaeyoung)
rating: general
word count: 2965
tags: christmas fluff, a little bit of internalized homophobia, the mcjaehee matching jewerly agenda
CHRISTMAS EVE WAS IN FULL SWING, and Chaeyoung had to admit, she was feeling more festive this season than she’d had in a while. 
Perhaps the ongoing Holiday promos at the café had something to do with it. She had spent her entire week huddled in the kitchen with Lily, baking order after order of cakes and cookies. At this point, she was dreaming of gingerbread and elf hats and Santa and reindeers. The movie sessions with Jaehee, she thought, were another addition. 
Perhaps Jaehee was the biggest change from last year’s Christmas to this one, she thought. Back then, it would’ve been hard for her to imagine she’d be spending her holiday season sleeping over at Jaehee’s house more than once a week, cuddling and watching their favorite Christmas movies, baking their favorite things in the morning, stealing kisses between it all. 
They had started dating recently– it’d be a month soon– and every single romantic Christmas song had acquired a new meaning. She dedicated every single one she heard to Jaehee, as well as every Christmas movie, every little moment. This was their season, their month: they had confessed to each other on a cold night the first of December, and all of their kisses tasted of peppermint and cocoa. 
Work had wrapped up for the day– only a half day before their Christmas break for people to wrap up orders– and now they were headed for lunch at one of their favorite restaurants. This would be one of their first ever actual dates, not counting the many nights they’d already spent at each other’s houses. It made Chaeyoung giddy. With enthusiasm, she closed everything on the café, even taking Jaehee’s hand as she closed the door like she was picking her up from her house, an instance that made them both giggle. 
They drove, gossiping about the chatroom and the people of the café and whatever would happen tonight when Jaehee went to dinner with Chaeyoung’s family, an instance they were both nervous for but looked forward to. Jaehee’s fingers found Chaeyoung’s in stoplights, and they laced their fingers together, and Chaeyoung would look up and smile until Jaehee dis that shy little laugh that always gave Chaeyoung butterflies. 
This was really quite the feeling. They felt like a real couple now that they were doing couple stuff, going to lunch dates after work for quality time like the grown women in their mid-twenties that they were. Chaeyoung found it hard to describe, but she quite liked it. 
The place was not too crowded– an elegant Italian restaurant in a culinary district of Seoul, and a decently popular date night spot, though Chaeyoung figured, to their luck, that most couples would choose to go out at night. This was good, they’d get their food faster. 
“I think we should try the pizzas this time around…” Jaehee mused as they approached the place. “I have heard great things about them.”
“I wanted to do that, as well,” Chaeyoung said. “How about a margarita?”
The frown Jaehee gave her was sudden and comical. “I believe it’s a little… early for such a drink, Chaeyoung.”
Chaeyoung snorted. “I mean the pizza. It is way too early to have margaritas… I was thinking something like wine would be better for now…”
Jaehee scoffed, the ghost of a smile on her lips. “I still believe it is a bit too early for any drinks at all… I’d rather not be drunk at midday.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you get drunk with half a bottle…” Chaeyoung cocked an eyebrow. 
Jaehee’s eyebrows were on her hairline. “Alright, rude.” When Chaeyoung laughed, more irritated, she said, “Okay, first of all, I am not that lightweight. Don’t exaggerate.”
“Baby,” Chaeyoung looked down at her, softening her approach. “Are you going to forget Wednesday’s events?”
“Oh, please, Chaeyoung, that was Pinot Blanc…” she scoffed, an indignant frown on her face. “I was bound to get at least tipsy.”
“You were much more than tipsy, let me tell you…”
“Alright…” she said. “I suppose I could use some wine… it’s Christmas, after all. But I will go light.”
Chaeyoung nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She wondered, silently, if tonight would be any similar to Wednesday… She figured not. Jaehee would’ve learned her lesson after that quite… revealing and eventful evening in the chatroom. She would not want to repeat it again, though Chaeyoung would be amused. 
They had finally arrived at the entrance, having parked a few blocks away. “There’s a mistletoe…” Jaehee said. 
Chaeyoung looked at the door. There was one indeed, hanging right above it. “Would you look at that, there is one…” she said, thinking of how many kisses had been shared under it this season. The waiters would surely be amused by them, just as she was with every kiss at the door of their café. 
Jaehee didn’t move, so Chaeyoung decided to, going ahead and opening the door for her girlfriend, who regarded her with a somewhat dumbfounded look. 
“Go ahead, my darling,” she said with a playful tone, and Jaehee gave her a little smile and stepped inside, without meeting her eyes. 
It was only when Chaeyoung had closed the door and they were walking to their table that Chaetoung realized her grave, grave mistake. 
Oh. Her face was suddenly as red as her hair. 
She did not talk at all once they sat down, to embarrassed with herself to even get a good look at Jaehee. Sometimes, Chaeyoung could be very stupid. She knew this. She was keenly aware of this character flaw, evidenced by the many times Jaehee had, though also without knowing it, flirted with her, and that she had not caught. “Women have to be much more careful when approaching other women…” She had attributed that quote to anything but a romantic intent– misplaced misogyny, the emotional carefulness women were known for that men usually lacked, literally whatever except attraction, until she thought about it months ago, when she was starting to realize her feelings for Jaehee. 
Well, at least now she was slightly faster at picking up the clues. A couple seconds later in comparison to a couple months was quite the development, wasn’t it…?
“We’ll be having the medium margarita with a chardonnay, please,” Jaehee said once the waitress had come to take their order. Chaeyoung ordered water for herself, and the waitress was off. 
“I didn’t know what to get your mother for Christmas…” Jaehee said after a while, and Chaeyoung understood that they were dropping the matter of earlier. “I got her a perfume… I hope she enjoys floral scents.”
“I don’t think they allow that at the hospital, but her perfumes are usually… light and sweet.” Chaeyoung said. It was funny, actually, how well Jaehee seemed to get along with her mother. She had met her when the café opened, and ever since Chuseok, they seemed to have hit it off quite well. Sometimes Jaehee and her would casually talk on the phone about matters that had nothing to do with her. 
Chaeyoung was, all in all, happy to see it, although she did find it confusing, as anyone probably would. She treated Jaehee like a friend and sometimes like her own daughter… which was probably why Jaehee leaned onto her. Chaeyoung knew of her turbulent history with older female figures after her own mother’s death and, with that in mind, was happy to see her have this. And perhaps it might make the revelation of her relationship– and of her own self– easier, when the time came to do it. 
The wine arrived, the waitress pouring it on their glasses. Although they were very much in a casual setting, neither of them bothering to dress up for the occasion, Jaehee still looked very elegant with the browns and golds of the restaurant behind them, her cream turtleneck, the red wine, her slightly pinkened cheeks. 
Chaeyoung had an idea, and raised her glass. “A toast,” she said. Jaehee, with a cute, eye-smile grin, did the same. “To us.” 
“To this… blissful and beautiful new beginning,” she said, “And to many more Christmases together.”
They clinked their glasses and Chaeyoung found herself reveling in this moment, the normalcy of it, the cliché of being a couple lunching together on Christmas, toasting their relationship over a glass of Chardonnay. She wanted to have many more of these moments: couple trips, dinner dates, strolls along the bay, shopping for an apartment and furniture for it. 
It brought her this calm, peaceful happiness to think about it. She was never the sort for clichés, never desired a romance that looked like everyone else’s. Never was the black tie date night, white dress bride sort. With Minhyuk, they had wanted to do love their own way, craft their own version of romance and see what that looked like. But with Jaehee, she was eager to do love the way everyone else had done it, because it would still be irrevocably theirs. 
Shuffling on Jaehee’s purse took her out of her thoughts. Carefully, she pulled out a small box. “I wanted to give you your present…” she said, honey eyes regarding her earnestly, and holding out the small blue box. 
“Oh my goodness…” Chaeyoung was grinning widely when she took the box. She recognized the store, and knew it was not a cheap one. “This is…” 
“Open it,” she said, playfully in a way where Chaeyoung couldn’t help but indulge her. 
With as much care as Jaehee pulled the box out, she opened it to reveal a rather dainty rose gold necklace, with a pink stone etched in a frame that looked kind of like a sun. Chaeyoung couldn’t help but gasp lightly, drawing her fingers through the stone. “Jaehee, this is gorgeous…”
She couldn’t say it fit her jewelry style, as she preferred thicker chains and bracelets, but she could not deny its beauty. Aesthetics be damned, she wanted to wear it forever, simply because Jaehee had gotten it for her.
“It’s a rose quartz,” Jaehee explained. Her cheeks were a similar shade of pink. “Associated with tenderness, comfort, and joy. I figured it was the appropriate stone to represent who you are to me.”
Chaeyoung had a giddy, lovestruck grin on her face, and if they weren’t in the middle of a restaurant, she would pull Jaehee in to kiss her right now. This woman and her attention to detail always touched a very special part of her: the way she made sure everything had a place, a meaning, an intention. She left no stone unturned, and it marveled Chaetoung, making her heart smile every time. 
“And.. lift it up,” Jaehee said, so Chaeyoung lifted the little foam piece. There was another necklace identical to it. “It’s a set of two…” Jaehee said. “I don’t know if I should have consulted you about this, but I wanted to–” She huffed, the way she always did when she was flustered. “I wanted us to have something… that– bonded us, if you will, and I’ve always liked the idea of matching pieces.”
Chaeoung’s smile wasn’t going away anytime soon, and now she was closer and closer every second to damning the restaurant and just going over to Jaehee and kissing her. “No, I love it,” she said. “That way, I’ll always carry you with me… it’s adorable.”
Jaehee was now smiling like a fool as well, turning away just slightly, as if she didn’t want Chaeyoung to see. This woman was too cute in every single way a person could be cute. She was going to make Chaeyoung melt one day. 
“Will you help me put it on?” she asked, having taken out the necklace. “I’ll help you with yours.” It only felt right. 
Jaehee nodded and got up, and Chaeyoung did as well. She turned, pulled up her hair, and Jaehee very carefully placed the necklace around her neck and clasped it. “There you go,” was her cue for her to turn around, as well as Jaehee’s hands ghosting over her hair. Only then did she realize how heavily her heart was drumming.
She parted Jaehee’s hair softly away from the nape of her neck, although her layered haircut made the task a bit more challenging. But, with all the tenderness the stone symbolized, she managed to do it after one failed attempt that resulted in giggles, and when Jaehee turned around, the necklace fitting her like a glove, the pink stone shining bright and that same brightness reflected in her eyes, Chaeyoung felt her breath stop. 
She wanted to kiss her– do something, her lips were aching for a part of her body. Her lips, her hands, her forehead that was so easily accessible. But Chaeyoung stayed frozen in place. She didn’t know how Jaehee felt about public displays of affection, she got nervous even when Chaeyoung stole cheek kisses from her at the bakery. But there was this burning fire of expectancy, and oh, she wanted to… 
She eyed the mistletoe, where a couple had just shared a quick, chaste kiss. Perhaps she would kiss her there once they left. Perhaps then she’d be brave enough. 
“Let’s sit back down,” Jaehee said, and with that, the moment was gone. Chaeyoung meekly went back to her seat and took a sip of her wine. 
The pizza came not long after that, and it was delicious. Thin and with pools of mozzarella that made a delightful combination with the green leaves characteristic of this flavor. She would admit, though, that it would’ve been better with a rosé or sparkling white, the Chardonnay a bit too… punchy for the meal.
For dessert, they had tiramisu, one of Jaehee’s favorites, with espresso. The one this place made in particular was creamy and sweet, which made Jaehee, between pink cheeks and laughter, wipe cream from Chaeyoung’s tinted lips. Yes… Chaeyoung was going to kiss her later. 
The wine was left half-drunk, the bill was split, and they both left the place, breath tasting like coffee and cream and grapes, spirits high for the rest of the holiday– the fact it was their first as a couple just added to the giddy mood– and new matching pendants on their necks. 
Chaeyoung found herself freezing when she got to the door, movements suddenly jittery and heart suddenly racing. She remembered everything that had happened in the past hour and a half: the indirect, her obliviousness, Jaehee’s disappointment, the necklace, her hands, her eyes, her breath as she was close to her. She craved her, the brutal softness of her ministrations, and the mistletoe was right there and so was Jaehee, she could literally just pull her by the lapel of her coat and kiss her, but…
Still, something stopped her in place. The great monster that was insecurity, that sometimes precaution could be. As much as she wanted to wrap Jaehee in her arms and take her as hers in this very place, at this very moment… it would be selfish. She didn’t know if Jaehee wanted this, if she was or was not going to be made uncomfortable by her moves, by a display of them where anyone could see. 
For now, until they were sure, until they were comfortable… it would be better if these moments remained only between them, in the corners of their spaces where few people could see. This thing with Jaehee was something precious and sacred, something that could not, by any measure of the imagination, be ruined, and if she had to swallow her desires at times, she would. 
So, with heavy regret that was exposed in her steps, she began to move away from the door, leaving this moment and its many doubts behind, there would be another one, it just wasn’t meant to happen now, it was fine. 
But then, “Wait…” she heard Jaehee say, brightly. 
Chaeyoung turned to see her, still under the door, a wide, closed-lip smile on her face. 
“What…” she said, frozen, expectant. 
“...Come here for a second.” Jaehee’s words were an open-armed invitation, exuding a sort of calm confidence that pulled Chaeyoung in like a magnet. 
Slowly and very nervously, with her heart drumming in her chest, she approached the door, never breaking Jaehee’s gaze. She had always loved her eyes. Big and honey-colored, they sparkled from within with wonder and glee, like there were sparks dancing behind them. 
She was now standing face-to-face with Jaehee, close enough to feel her coffee-and-cream breath, aware of the plant right above them. 
And then, very carefully but without a smidget of hesitance, she brought her hand to cup her cheek, got on her tiptoes, and kissed her on the lips. It was perfect, sweet, as tender as the stone that had come to now symbolize their love prescribed. 
And Chaeyoung was beaming.
Rushing with an adrenaline that to her was not very well-known, euphoric, powerful, she could swallow the world entire. She cupped Jaehee’s face with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her back. Really kissed her, making sure to taste the tangy sweetness of her mouth that by now she knew so well. And she did not care at all about the holiday or the restaurant or who was looking. Whoever looked would look. 
“Merry Christmas,” she said after she pulled away, a few seconds later, still holding Jaehee close to her. 
With her thumb, Jaehee caressed Chaeyoung’s cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning into her touch completely, pressing her forehead to hers. She wondered, for the millionth time perhaps, how she had gotten so lucky to trip upon this woman. 
Jaehee whispered against her lips, voice made of marshmallow fluff: “Merry Christmas, my dear.”
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curlymedusa · 3 years
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Happy birthday to the wife!!!
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bisexualray · 5 years
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Braids
Summary: Jaehee’s hair has been growing longer, and MC seeks an opportunity.
Note: Fluff, just girlfriends being pure. Takes place between Jaehee’s good ending and after ending.
Pairing: Jaehee/MC
Word Count: 1k+
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Moonlight cut through the window as MC brought a hand to her mouth to yawn, shifting closer to the woman beside her, transfixed on the television screen.
Jaehee’s apartment was eerily comfortable at 1:52 in the morning, but that was probably because the lights were off. The two didn’t need it: they had the blue light of the TV displaying another one of Zen’s musicals that Jaehee had seen a thousand times and would never mind seeing again in support of their mutual best friend, as the girlfriends lay together on her bed in a content silence, the exhausted aftermath of talking cheerily about their upcoming café.
It was something like paradise.
And sometimes MC thought she was dreaming when Jaehee would rest her head on her shoulder and they’d lay tangled in each other’s arms, MC leaning down to kiss her, and fall asleep to the sound of a familiar voice singing. She would wake up the next morning in that same position and smile.
Tonight was different. Not in a bad way, but it still was different.
MC’s eyes averted to Jaehee, focusing on her wavy brown hair that had been growing ever so slightly for a while. She remembered how happy Jaehee was when her hair finally reached her shoulders and when it was long enough to be put into a ponytail. She had a bright smile on her face that lit up the room and MC’s cheeks were flushing at the thought.
Now, her hair was past her shoulders and not quite the length it was before she cut it to work for Jumin, but it was getting there and MC could only imagine Jaehee’s smile when it does.
One of the first rules the two had set for their café: the cutting of long, brown hair is not obligated.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
It wasn’t said in an offended, angry tone, but a warm, kind voice with a small laugh to punctuate its end, said like a song and MC never wanted to stop looking at her.
“Your hair’s been growing even longer,” MC said, no note to her breathy whisper.
“Hasn’t it? I’m excited for when I can look almost identical to my old pictures. I much prefer long hair to—”
“You’re really beautiful.”
She almost wanted to apologize for interrupting her, but Jaehee only smiled at MC through the darkness and shifted closer to lay her head near hers. “I could say the same for you,” she said.
This, this was the happiness that MC wanted to give Jaehee since the day they met, not staying up late drowned in work but with the woman she loved. They lay together in that mutual happiness.
MC moved her head so it was touching Jaehee’s, when she glanced at the hair tie around her wrist and realized.
“Do you want me to braid your hair?”
MC wanted to have thought of this before, but this time worked just fine for her.
Soon enough she was swinging her legs over the side of the bed to turn on a lamp, and Jaehee was sitting cross-legged near the foot of the bed watching the TV, her hair cascading over her back as MC split it into three and began to braid.
Jaehee’s hair was soft in MC’s hands as she overlapped the three thick strands, tediously shaping her hair into a rope, taking her time. The soft yellow lights of the lamp led her way as she moved down the length of Jaehee’s hair. She let out a content, loving sigh at the sound of Jaehee’s quiet “hmm” in response to something in the musical—maybe a line she had memorized—but MC was only paying attention to the woman in front of her and her hair, rather than the television screen.
There was a warm feeling in her stomach when she neared the end of Jaehee’s hair, using the hair tie to mark her finish. She ran her hand down the braid one last time before letting it drop down onto Jaehee’s back. “So pretty,” she commented, making Jaehee laugh as she grabbed hold of her new braid and slipped it across her shoulder and over her chest. She smiled.
“I love it,” Jaehee said. “You did an amazing job.” MC leaned back into the bed as Jaehee turned to face her, holding her knee and smiling: the most bright, beautiful smile MC had ever seen in her life.
MC watched through the darkness illuminated by the TV and the lamp light as Jaehee’s smile slightly faded into a welcoming gaze, her lips still a little upturned and her eyes dark but kind.
“I should tell you more often,” she said in a low, quiet whisper, as if they weren’t alone in the dark, quiet room, “how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’m lucky to have someone like you to support me and help me open my café. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than with you. This happiness, it’s always been a daydream of mine working at C&R, and you give me all the world’s supply.”
Again with this feeling like MC was dreaming, floating in an ocean of thoughts and would soon awaken to reality. But it wasn’t; it WAS the reality that was too good to be true, but it was.
“I’m so glad I can be here for you, Jaehee. We can do amazing things together.”
That smile returned: the one that MC wanted to cherish for the rest of her life, the one that spoke a thousand words of love and gratitude and lips that were pressed against hers as Jaehee crawled back into bed, MC placing a second kiss, this time on her girlfriend’s head as her arms wrapped longingly around her, holding like she was never letting go.
MC’s eyes fell on their own. “I love you,” she said, as she drifted off to sleep, but awake enough to hear her girlfriend say, “I love you, too.”
She would wake up the next morning in that same position and smile, laughing with Jaehee about how they forgot to turn off the TV, something of which she’d never tire.
It was something like paradise. She was so happy she was here again.
Maybe she never left.
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sh5 · 6 years
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zen is a third wheel that cries over everyday domestic activities and loves his gay friends.
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kolpis · 6 years
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if jaehee had a tie—
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mermaidhugs · 6 years
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early bakery days
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shea-parfait · 7 years
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And a Mystic Messenger coin pouch design! Rework of the original MCJaehee acrylic charm I made. c:
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maajinboobs · 7 years
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Does the RFA is gay? …. … yES.
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chadolbaegii · 4 months
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september's fanart poll winner! jaehee kang 🍂
wanted to keep with the autumn theme so here's jaehee meeting on a cozy autumn date with mc 💛
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merlesullivan · 7 years
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@jaeheemcweek, July 24, Day 2 - Acceptance / Confession
Tell us about the day Jaehee accepts her feelings, or the day one gets the courage to confess their feelings, or ask the other on a date. Essentially, whatever event you think kickstarted their official relationship.
A day late and it’s not about Jaehee accepting her feelings. Instead it’s about MC noticing her feelings for Jaehee, but not fully accepting them (yet).
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kangjaehee · 2 years
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the "m" word
She did it again. She used the “M” word again, this time not so casually. This time, she had that non-innocent innocent look in her eyes, one adjacent to the one she has when begging Chaeyoung with all she has to just let her come already. She’s doing something. This is premeditated. She’s trying to play a game. 
title: the "m" word
pairing: mcjaehee (more like jaehee x oc... but you see. tags.)
rating: explicit
tags: pwp, mommy kink, kink in public, masturbation, flogging, face-sitting, cunnilingus, dom/sub
word count: 7634
inspired by: this fic right here by webgf on ao3
TODAY WAS A PAINFULLY SLOW DAY at the Daffodil. Customers were coming in every twenty or so minutes to grab their lattes and pastries to-go, leaving the girls to busy themselves with whatever on the meanwhile. Chaeyoung was sure she saw the espresso machine being cleaned at least three times, and Chaewon had rearranged the pantry probably twice as many times. Jaehee seemed to be enjoying the stillness. She’d been calmer than usual the whole day, humming along as she went about making drinks and telling customers about their special roasts. 
Chaeyoung, for her part, was spending her time in between the kitchen, the tables, and the cash register, whenever that was needed. Making pastries was a cure to her boredom, but it didn’t dispel all of it– she still had to wait for stuff to bake and bread to rise. 
If only she hadn’t forgotten her tablet at home, that way she could actually do something productive with her time and get some commissions out of the way. But she was used to not bringing it, as shifts at the café required her to be alert at all times. She didn’t usually come on Wednesdays though, she took the blunt of Sunday mornings, Saturday afternoons, and Mondays, but today one of their pastry chefs had called in sick, and Chaeyoung had to be there to cover.
According to Jaehee, slow periods like these weren’t at all rare, even less so on weekdays. It was just Chaeyoung who wasn’t used to them. At least she managed to have some small talk and catch up with Chaewon and Bora, two of the baristas who she sees often yet doesn’t have the chance to do more than greet them, but small talk never excited her. 
After checking on her phone that absolutely nothing was going on in the chatroom, she decides to look through their orders to see if she could get started on something. The most urgent one was an orange caramel chocolate cake due Saturday. It was still a few days away, it wasn’t urgent per se, but Chaeyoung figured she could get started on it and alleviate some of Sojung’s workload for the week. 
She’s about to get the ingredients when she peeks two unmistakable figures from the window: one short with long brown hair, the other one taller, with thick glasses and a red mane. 
Chaeyoung nearly sprints when rushing out of the kitchen, almost jumping the counter when waving. “Oh my gosh, hello!” she says to Jiyeon and Saeyoung, the couple looking radiant as ever. They’ve been on their honeymoon to South America for the past three weeks, and they’ve both returned sporting tans. Jiyeon waves and Saeyoung throws his arms wide. “How are the newlyweds doing?”
“Mba’eichapa peime?” Saeyoung says, to which Chaeyoung laughs and Jaehee frowns. 
“What does that even mean?” Jaehee asks, bewildered.
“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘hello’ in guarani,” Jiyeon says. 
“Bingo,” Seven points at her. “It’s ‘How are you?’ to be more specific.”
“Ah,” Jaehee says. “Is it indigenous?”
“Yep. Paraguayan,” Jiyeon clarifies. “It sounds like a mix of japanese, korean, and spanish, it’s kinda fascinating.”
“Oh my god, I’ll look it up,” Chaeyoung says, shocked but also not really about the fact that Saeyoung had managed to pick up a whole new language. “So, South America was fun?” 
“Bonkers,” says Saeoyung, at the same time that Jiyeon says “Amazing.” “We climbed mountains, ziplined, surfed, ate spiders, swam with hippos…”
“You swam with hippos?” asks Jaehee, full of disbelief. 
“No,” Jiyeon laughs. “He wanted to though.”
“It’s just… they look so fluffy and calm and bouncy just laying in the water like this.” He arches himself back, imitating a hippo. Chaeyoung cackles, realizing only now how much he’s missed this guy. 
“No but seriously, it was gorgeous,” Jiyeon says. “The food was amazing, the beaches were beautiful… everything was just…” Out of words, she just waves her hands around, hoping to convey her feelings. “It was very hot though. But like, exotic.”
Jaehee nods. “Sounds like you guys had a great time. So… are you here to order anything or just visiting?”
She says it with the usual bright tone to her voice, but the way she just drops the question as if wanting them to actually get to the point draws snorts out of Chaeyoung and Jiyeon. Jaehee raises an eyebrow at their reactions. 
“Yeah,” Seven says, leaning towards the counter. “Um americano médio e um biscoito, por 
favor.” His portuguese is flawless. 
Jaehee’s eyes are wide. “In a language I understand, please?” She almost laughs. 
“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung says between the laughter. “Een medium americano en een koekje, please.”
Chaeyoung absolutely loses it at the dutch, which again, is flawless. She facepalms on the counter, banging her hand against it. Jaehee, for her part, is letting out “my goodness”s in between laughs. After a second, she gets up to prepare his order. 
“Wait, how do you not speak dutch? Your girlfriend is dutch!” Saeyoung exclaims, which would be dangerous if it wasn’t just them and the staff at the café. 
“A medium americano and a cookie. Roger that,” Chaeyoung clarified, busying herself with making the drink. 
“Yeah, I got that much,” Jaehee says, managing the register. 
Jiyeon orders a latte and a white velvet cake, which she claims to have missed terribly. The couple sits on a table close to a window, and Chaeyoung goes back to the kitchen. As much as she’d like to join them, it would not be a good look should another customer walk in. Jaehee follows her, looking to restore the cookie platter. 
“Hey, I’m gonna get started on this cake due Saturday,” Chaeyoung informs her. 
“Oh, that’s great,” Jaehee says, making a chocolate chip cookie tower. “Sojung’s going to love that, she always stays overtime for these orders…”
“If it’s that much trouble, maybe I can come in and do them. I don’t have any issues.” She would actually like some weekly cake decorating. 
“I’ll tell her for sure,” Jaehee says. 
Checking over her ingredients, Chaeyoung realizes something. “Honey, can you pass me the vinegar?”
Jaehee grabs the bottle from a cabinet and sets it on the table where Chaeyoung is with the rest of the ingredients. “Here you go, Mommy,” she says, and leaves in a flash, brown waves and a yellow blouse flowing out through the door. 
Chaeyoung is frozen in her place. She can’t even look in the door’s direction. 
What in the world did she just call her?
She swallows, heart thumping. She doesn’t need to catch her reflection anywhere to know she’s beet red. Did she seriously just call her Mommy? Just like that? Unprompted? What for? Was Chaeyoung hearing things?
It was true that they weren’t exactly doing it as much these days, at least not as much as they used to. The last time they had actual sex, actually played was weeks ago, right after the wedding, in a much-needed borderline cathartic affair. After that they’d both needed to recover, and then life caught up to them, and neither had the time or energy for anything more than a sensual makeout session. 
Chaeyoung wasn’t really minding it. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t spend quality time with Jaehee these days. But maybe she was hornier than previously anticipated, maybe enough that her brain was making her hear things. Wait, no, that seems unlikely. But Jaehee just dropping her honorific like that, in a perfectly mundane situation, also does. Almost as much as her abstinence hallucinations. 
Because, why on earth would she do that? To send a sign? To get a reaction? Well, she certainly did… but even then, Jaehee was one to communicate her wants clearly. If she wanted to fuck, she would say it outright, not randomly drop the honorific reserved for their intense sexual roleplay scenarios. Much less do so in a setting where she knew they could be overheard. She knew doing it in a setting that risked exposure was somewhat of a kink of Jaehee’s, one that she knew how to exploit, but even that didn’t explain this. And she wasn’t one to get reactions out of people either. So, what was this for?
Chaeyoung didn’t even know if she’d ask her about it later. The situation seemed so weird that even bringing it up would feel awkward. She just busied herself with making the cake, milk, flour, and butter becoming the center of her focus. Either way, she couldn’t let this get to her. 
Jaehee came back around half an hour later, cakes already in the oven and Chaeyoung having moved on to making the frosting. She barely hears Jaehee enter over the whirr of the blender. The first thing she does is check the cakes, putting them back in the oven when she realizes they’re not done. “These need around ten more minutes,” she claims. 
Chaeyoung nods, pulling the spatula out of the mixer. The cakes might not be ready, but the frosting very much is. She tenses as Jaehee approaches her and tastes the frosting with a finger. It’s cream cheese. 
She looks up at Chaeyoung as she tastes it, large honey eyes open wide. She’s not that close, yet Chaeyoung is burning– she’s not sure if the woman has ulterior motives, but she’s definitely awakening something within her. She licks a little bit of leftover frosting from her rosy lips, and Chaeyoung has to hold herself back from doing that herself. 
“What’s the verdict, chef?” She jests, one playful eyebrow raised. 
“It’s delicious, Mommy,” she says, voice light and a tiny smile on her lips. 
For the second time today, Chaeyoung is absolutely frozen, heart and pussy thumping, face red, mouth slightly agape. Jaehee leaves just as she did before. 
“Tell me if you need help with the caramel,” she said and closed the door. 
“Okay,” is all Chaeyoung can manage as she wills her muscles to move. 
Kang Jaehee, what the hell?
She did it again. She used the “M” word again, this time not so casually. This time, she had that non-innocent innocent look in her eyes, one adjacent to the one she has when begging Chaeyoung with all she has to just let her come already. She’s doing something. This is premeditated. She’s trying to play a game. 
And if she wants to play a game, then Chaeyoung will play along… but she was going to do it on her terms. If her girl wanted to be a brat for a change, Chaeyoung was going to take the opportunity and show her that Mommy’s not one to be messed with easily. 
The worst part is, she’s not in any way immune. She’s not just flustered, embarrassed as if she’s just been told a dirty little secret, but she can feel herself wanting to play along, can feel her mental gears begging to shift. Almost stops being Chaeyoung in a work shift and becomes Mommy, whose entire world is her little princess, who is being so good for her and is just so beautiful that she doesn’t want to do anything but reward her and protect her.
Except she isn’t. Right now, her girl isn’t being good, she’s being inexplicably naughty… and in such a subtextual way too, almost as if she doesn’t want Mommy to notice it. It’s outrageous, actually.
There was nothing that displeased her more than attitude. She was one to lay down specific rules, and punish sternly when those were broken. She trained her girl to obedience with praise and discipline in equal amounts, and Jaehee was perfect at taking it. Now this wasn’t exactly against any rule, but she was clearly trying to get something out of it, tip the scales of power. Chaeyoung was going to get to the bottom of this, and then Mommy was gonna work her magic after work. 
She uses the “M” word twice more before lunch: once after Chaeyoung asks her to wash the cakes in simple syrup, another when she brings her a small latte. That second occurrence makes her heart melt a little. “I made you a latte, Mommy, I figured you could use one after working so hard.” She even indulged her then, playing on with the dynamic with a “Thank you, princess.” 
Then, she tells herself to fucking get it together. Stick to her decision from earlier, not let herself be swayed by large honey eyes and an equally sweet voice. God, she fucking hates brats. Topping from the bottom. Whatever name this attempted disruption has. What Jaehee was doing just now was surely crossing some kind of line she didn’t know was there. Not even she attempted as much during her own bratty antics.
Which is perhaps what compels her to finally build up her resolve, and when lunchtime comes, she approaches Jaehee and grabs her by the elbow with a stern “We need to talk.”
She doesn’t react at all until they’re in the storage room, the most sealed place in this entire establishment, and Chaeyoung lets go of her arm. She adjusts her sleeve and says. “Did something happen? Is something wrong?” with a worried frown. 
Oh. She thought this was about something serious. Well, that’s a little bit funny. “We need to discuss your behavior today, little one.”
Instantly she catches on what this is actually about, and the frown is out in a second. “Why, Mommy, did I do something wrong?”
You’re a surprisingly good actress, Kang Jaehee. “Calling me Mommy here? Multiple times? Where you know people could hear us? Where you know Mommy’s unable to care for you like she’d want to?”
Jaehee swallows, still adjusting her wrist, although now Chaeyoung is sure it’s from nerves only. “Unless you want everyone here to know you’re Mommy’s dirty little girl,” she continues, taking advantage of the upper hand she does not intend to lose. “Is that what you want, Jaehee? For everyone in our lovely little bakery to know how you’re such a good girl for Mommy? How tight your little hole is when I fuck it with my fingers? Because if that’s so, then you should’ve just said it…”
Although the girl is making an attempt to keep her facial expression as it is, Chaeyoung realizes the idea at least excites her a little, if the slight lip bite is a sign of anything. 
“I… just…” she begins. Chaeyoung finds it somewhat adorable how she trips over her words. “You said you were bored, Mommy. I wanted to help you out.”
…Oh. So, that was it. 
“...You can use the colors too, you know?” Jaehee says after the silence drags on for too long. 
“Green,” Chaeyoung says. “Green. It’s just.. I’m confused, that’s all. And a little uncomfortable, because… why?”
“I just wanted your day to be a little less boring,” Jaehee said. As Jaehee, not Mommy’s girl. “So I came up with an idea. But if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s fine. I won’t do it in public anymore. I was just… trying to tease, that’s all.”
My God, she was blushing so much it was actually making Chaeyoung a little sad. This was nothing to fret over, a very innocent and maybe even sweet prank. If anyone were to actually hear them, they’d probably just think they were weird and mind their own business. Still, she wasn’t sure she could be her Mommy while in public. For her, it was a bedroom-only thing. Maybe sometimes around the house as well, when Jaehee needed to relax and release. 
To her and Jaehee’s surprise, Chaeyoung laughed. Because, how could she be mad? Yes, it had been strange and made her feel weird in the middle of a shift, but Jaehee was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t one for lighthearted pranks, and the attempt was, frankly, a little cute. “God, you’re kind of unbelievable, sometimes.”
Jaehee’s more confused than anything. “So… are we good?”
“Yes,” Chaeyoung says with an intense nod. “Yes, of course we are.”
Jaehee smiles, tension leaving her shoulders. 
“...You know what, we’ll discuss that later,” Chaeyoung said, the lightbulb in her brain turning on. “But yes, I’d like it if you stopped for today, And there’s one thing you should know, little brat…” the tone in her voice dropped in the last phrase. 
She hummed in anticipation, so sensitive to Chaeyoung’s every reaction. 
“So far, it looks like this evening won’t be nice for you. You better stop your antics now, unless you’re looking for real trouble…”
“Okay, Mommy,” she says. The tension her role requires is a facade, covering her entire body, but the undercurrent of want driving her is revealed in her eyes. 
Chaeyoung gives her one last devilish, delightful smirk before she heads for the door. “Good girl,” she whispers, and leaves. 
She doesn’t need to look back to know the state Jaehee’s in right now: mouth dry, face red, cunt throbbing. She’s won this round, and the last is already hers. 
DUSK COMES WITH ITS OWN DUTIES AT the Daffodil. When their 7 P. M. closing time comes, the sun is far beneath the earth, having ended its shortened winter shift long ago. The four workers left at the café– Chaeyoung and Jaehee, as well as two other baristas, Eunbi and Mina– are left to sweep the place, stock the fridges with whatever’s salvageable from the display, count what’s on the register, and draft an inventory. The work is done silently, the day weighing on the tired workers. 
But for Chaeyoung, today wasn’t over by a long shot– and Jaehee was about to find out it wasn’t over for her as well. Because Mommy intended to teach her girl a lesson right where her disobedience took place. She was lucky neither Mina nor Eunbi waited for them to be ready to leave. 
It was just the two of them now, in an empty half lit café. Jaehee was heading to the back room to grab her things when Chaeyoung stops her with a little “Uh-uh.”
The girl freezes, white sneakers glued to the floor. 
“Did I ever say we were leaving, little brat?”
Her words, the sureness in her voice, the way Jaehee turns with a fearful yet curious expression, a bunny facing a lion… it all fuels Chaeyoung, gives her the power and the confidence to become what she needs to. She narrows her eyes. “You’re funny, you know? Teasing Mommy all day long during work… and then expecting to go home just like that? I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, darling.” She takes a couple paces– short ones, meant to warn only. “With your stark misbehavior today, you’ve surely earned yourself one hell of a punishment.”
She sees how Jaehee’s breath hitches, how she bites her lower lip. Great. “I, uh… I figured we’d do that once we got home, Mommy.”
“Oh, how innocent my girl is sometimes…” She grabs a side of Jaehee’s face, wanting to lean closer, but not yet. Jaehee wants to as well, but Chaeoyung can see she’s waiting for the command, for the signal. So obedient. “Mommy figured you needed a reminder of when  and where it is proper to demand her attention. And what better way to do it than in the places where you shouldn’t? So that the next time you want to be a needy little whore, you’ll remember Mommy’s lesson…”
She watches keenly as every single word takes effect, landing on the bobbing of Jaehee’s throat, in the way she’s lightly clutching her legs, in the quickening rise and fall of her chest. Chaeyoung knows this is what Jaehee wants, knows that whatever’s about to happen will haunt her for a long time… and that the “punishment” will most definitely not work. They’ve been trying to figure out ways to bring their kinky activities to their workplace just for the pure fun of it, but coming up with discreet enough scenes was hard and having the courage to carry them out was even harder. Maybe this could be a start. 
“Now, Mommy would like to get this over with quickly so that we can go home and rest. Don’t make me wait and strip,” Chaeyoung commanded. Jaehee was eager, but hesitant. She eyes the windows, still open. “I’ll close them,” Chaeyoung said. “I want this to be a feast for my eyes alone.”
Flustered, Jaehee began undressing as Chaeyoung drew the curtains as fast as she could. They were sheer, not blocking the light out completely, but definitely keeping what would happen next within the walls of the café. When she was done, she stood a few paces away from Jaehee, watching as she carried out the command. She folded each piece of clothing neatly and set it on a table– one of Mommy’s rules, there to make the cleanup job easier. Her shoes and socks went first, then her blouse, then pants, and lastly her underwear. That was always Cheyoung’s favorite part. The reveal of the glint of arousal in her crotch, the way her nipples perked up at the sudden shock of cold. 
Soon, her girl was as naked as a newborn, facing her with her chin down and hands behind her back. Open, exposed, muscular and soft and unbelievably stunning. She wanted nothing more than to embrace her and cover every single last inch of skin in kisses, leave love bites in her chest and inner thighs, squeeze her boobs and ass until her hands were imprinted on them, claim her, consume her. But Mommy wasn’t here tonight to please her little princess. No. After begging for her attention all day, it was the last thing she deserved. 
“Come sit here,” she said, patting a table next to her. “On your knees. We don’t want any of the mess your pussy’s making to stain the wood, do we?” 
“Okay, Mommy,” she said in the most exasperatedly aroused voice. God, she was causing Chaeyoung to make quite the mess herself. 
Sitting on her heels on the small round table, her girl looked like a four-course meal. But it wasn't time for that yet. “Tell me, Jaehee,” she said, her voice measured, “What compelled you to try and get Mommy’s attention so often today?”
The girl swallowed, embarrassed. “I… I was needy, Mommy.”
Even in the low light Chaeyoung could see the crimson making its way up her cheeks. How incredibly lovely she was like this. “Needy for what?”
“I… don’t know,” said Jaehee, completely dumbfounded. 
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, girl, I know you were looking for something. And I suppose it was important enough to interrupt Mommy while she was working.”
Shyly, she shakes her head. “It really wasn’t.”
“Come on now, I don’t have all night,” Chaeyoung said, exasperated. “Tell me what it was that you wanted from me. Or will Mommy have to spank the answer out of you?”
“I…” she huffs a breath, “I wanted you to play with me, Mommy.”
It’s so lovely, so amusing, how her voice drops in volume and the crimson runs to her chest at the humiliation. Chaeyoung doesn’t miss how her thighs clench together, either. “Oh, did you, now?” She takes one singular, slow step closer. “And tell me, darling, how did you want Mommy to play with you?”
Jaehee, stubborn as a rock, shrugs. “Well, like you always do.”
This fucking girl, I swear to God. Chaeyoung clicks her tongue in the way she knows always gets Jaehee riled up. “Jaehee, you know that does not help me. I need you to tell me, exactly, what you wanted Mommy to do to you. Good girls use their words clearly.”
That seems to do it. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Mommy,” she finally says. “All of them. I wanted you to put your cock in my ass.”
Chaeyoung gasps. “My goodness, such dirty thoughts for a little girl to be having during work…” she says. To her absolute delight, the naughty girl averts her eyes. “Well, I suppose if you wanted to get fucked so bad, I’m no one to prevent you from doing so.”
Jaehee gasped as if she couldn’t believe her luck. “Really, Mommy? You’ll do it?”
Chaeyoung laughs, loud, light, and menacing. “Who said I would be the one to do it? Needy, naughty little girls who think their Mommy is at their beck and call don’t get fucked. They fuck themselves. Now, go on and put your fingers on that tight little hole of yours you so badly wanted filled.”
The look of defeat on Jaehee’s face is equal parts enticing and disheartening. But Mommy’s resolve is stern, and she has a point to make. Without any commands, Jaehee moves to open her legs. 
“Ah-ah, not here,” Chaeyoung says. She points to the counter. “You’re gonna do it right where those thoughts happened, so you understand just how dirty you are.”
Jaehee shudders as she moves to the counter, unable to believe what she’s about to do. Shivers run up her spine from the cold of the marble, and Chaeyoung can see she’s embarrassed beyond belief, yet dripping from arousal. This is ridiculous. Gross. Something she’d never do. But she’s not the dynamic and professional Kang Jaehee right now, she’s her Mommy’s girl, desperate to win back her favor after having lost it. And for that, she’ll do the most outrageous of things. 
With her legs spread on the marble, pussy soaked and completely on display, Jaehee begins fingering herself for her Mommy, who is sitting down right in front of her with a self-satisfied smirk and wanting eyes. She arches forwards as two of her fingers enter her folds, going as deep as she can manage. She grunts and moans as she grinds into her own palm, the girl fucking herself to her precipice. And for Mommy, this truly is a feast, her girl all riled up and wanting, the most delightful cries escaping her lips. 
It’s making her burn, Jaehee’s cries of pleasure making her clit throb, the squelch sounds of her fingers making her clothes feel just a little bit too constricting. Suddenly, Chaeyoung has an idea on how to make this more difficult for her girl…
She knows her better than anything in the world, and can tell when she’s close to an orgasm: her breaths grow heavier and her head arches back as she excitedly grinds into her hand more and more. That’s when Mommy intervenes at the perfect moment. Right when Jaehee’s on the edge, she pulls her hand away and ignores her pained whine. 
“You were getting too excited there, little brat,” she says, with a slap to her inner thigh for good measure. “Or did you forget, in any case, who this pussy belongs to?”
Between tears, she says “It belongs to you, Mommy.”
“Good girl. And who here decides when you get to come?”
“You do, Mommy.”
“Well done,” She gives her a small smile. “And brats never get to come before their Mommy. Not until they’ve earned themselves the right.”
Jaehee swallows. Chaeyoung can see how she’s trembling, can feel her frustration seeping through her skin. She takes off her pants. “The little show you were giving Mommy just now made her make quite a mess of herself,” she wants to laugh at her casual use of third person. She climbs on the counter, gently pushing Jaehee back, a teasing knee on her sensitive crotch so that she doesn’t even think of touching it. She can feel her labored breaths on her skin, can see the sweat gleaming on her brow, her all-consuming eyes. “If you help me clean it up, then you might just get to come tonight.”
Jaehee’s shuddering with anticipation. Chaeyoung grabs her hands and pins them above her head, where they cannot stray. She carefully settles herself above Jaehee, cunt right in her face. “Come on, now, show me what that tongue is good for.”
Jaehee lathers her tongue all over Chaeyoung as if she were the last ice cream in the desert, starving and overly excited, and my God did Chaeyoung miss this more than she anticipated. Her girl always eats her out with such enthusiasm, such energy, as if there’s nothing that tasted better in the world than her Mommy’s juices.
“Yes, just like that… good girl,” Chaeyoung says, feeling herself be taken straight to heaven. “You like how Mommy tastes, don’t you?”
Face full, she can only matter a quick ‘mhm’. 
“Such a good girl  for Mommy, aren’t you?” she keeps going, though it’s getting harder to speak by the second. “Even on the counter of our coffee shop… how eager. Imagine if the girls could see you now, Jaehee. The woman they admire so much, their role model who they aspire to be like being such a good little girl for her Mommy.”
The moan she lets out at that is foul, and the suck she gives Chaeyoung’s clit after that almost makes her scream. “What a sight that would be…”
Chaeyoung comes with a strong, eager lick, her climax almost making her fall over and most definitely bruising Jaehee’s wrists at least a little. She praises her girl over and over again as she rides out her orgasm, excitedly lapping even the last of her juices. She decides, then, that perhaps she’ll make her fuck her while she’s right on the cusp of her orgasm more often. She did it as if it were a life or death situation, as if what she truly wanted was not to be touched by Mommy, but to pleasure her herself. Knowing how cunning she can be, that might just be the case.
“Well done, you’ve made Mommy very proud…” she says, letting her go. “You have most definitely earned yourself a reward, princess. Now come on, let’s go home so Mommy can give it to you.” 
As Chaeyoung gets dressed, Jaehee looks at her as if she’s just confessed to a heinous crime. “I’m sorry, what?!” 
Chaeyoung laughs. Her princess is so funny sometimes. “Oh, you really thought you were getting it here? And ruining the marble with your pussy juices? My little girl needs a lesson in propriety, it seems…”
The last thing Mommy was gonna do was make her cum here. Maybe some other time, though, after she was well used to being her little girl in this café as well, and when she didn’t feel like driving through Seoul’s late night traffic.
Tonight, though, she wants to enjoy this. So she gets dressed and, a few instants later once she realizes Mommy is dead serious about going home, Jaehee goes ahead and does the same. Her limbs are heavy as she peels herself away from the counter, cunt still wet and puffy. She groans and huffs the entire time, face in an annoyed frown, not making even the slightest effort to hide her displeasure. The part of Mommy that isn’t annoyed by her girl’s attitude wants to laugh. Knowing Jaehee, seeing her like this is quite hilarious. 
Mommy tells her to spare the underwear, putting it away in her tote bag. Jaehee takes it like a big girl, letting the jeans rub into her pussy. When they walk out of the café, Jaehee does so with her head down. The city takes on a different flavor like this, the lights around her suddenly feeling disengaging. She doesn’t worry about anyone looking, she knows no one is– the only thing in her world right now, the focal point of her attention, her anchor, is Mommy in front of her. 
Occasionally she looks up to the head of red waves swaying in the wind, and that’s enough to know she’s safe, she’s protected, she’s alright, even now. Even if Mommy can be cruel sometimes, when she denies her pleasure or crimsons her butt (although she doesn’t exactly find that displeasurable…), she knows she’ll always be there to hold her, to remind her she loves her and cares for her by keeping her in line. There’s something so enticing to her about this push and pull, this clear drawing of consequences, that calms her, steadies her, and frees her. Even if it is only sometimes. This is a break she allows herself, an escape from who she is into this girl who doesn’t need to do or think, just exist and let herself be taken care of by her Mommy. 
There is no music in the car, just the silent hum of the electric engine, the push of the shift, and the rustling of Jaehee shifting in her seat as she tries to discreetly get some friction on that neglected cunt of hers. That’s perhaps what gives her away. To her benefit (or detriment, perhaps), Mommy doesn’t acknowledge the action right away. The first time, she simply looks to her side, green eyes a warning. In an attempt at being clever, Jaehee holds her stare as if nothing is going on. The second time, she makes a sound, which catches Jaehee’s attention. She ends up holding her breath and not moving for two minutes after that, letting the feeling in her cunt throb and build along with her breathing. 
But they’re still nowhere close to home, and Mommy’s not doing anything… In fact, she’s entirely concentrated on the road. Jaehee knows, after all, that she’s not keen on driving through large avenues. It surely wouldn’t be bad to get a little stimulation, just a little bit…
“Do you think I’m deaf or blind, little brat?” She’s angry. It makes Jaehee gasp. 
“But Mommy, it hurts…” she whines, knowing she’s playing a losing game. 
“What hurts, Jaehee?”
“...My pussy, Mommy…”
“Oh, the one you fingered with such enthusiasm on the café counter just now?” The throb gets worse, it takes all her strength to prevent herself from simply shifting to let her clit make contact with the inseam of her jeans. She wants to cry. 
“Yes, Mommy,” she says. She does not want to make this worse for herself by not answering. 
“I told you we’ll take care of that kitty of yours once we get home,” Chaeyoung says, “so be patient.”
“But home is too far away,” she whines, unable to stop herself, simultaneously wanting to berate herself and not caring. 
“It’s a fifteen minute drive, Jaehee.” She’s exasperated. “And we’re only five minutes away. Now, sit still for Mommy unless you want a red bottom instead of a reward.”
That silences her and calms her. The warning of not getting to cum, not even once, and going to bed with a sore ass, which will definitely make her situation worse, is absolutely horrifying. So she sits still– very still– hands pressing her knees, focusing on her breathing. She counts the buildings and the turns Chaeyoung makes, marking the progress bar of their ride home. Seeing the gate of their apartment building’s run-down parking lot has never felt so relieving. 
Jaehee tries to be the absolute best of girls while they go to their flat, standing very still in the elevator and keeping her hands clasped behind her, where they will not stray to where they shouldn’t. Chaeyoung unlocks the door to the loft that definitely needs some cleaning. Jaehee walks in and instantly rushes for the bedroom, only thinking about the release that she’ll finally, finally be privileged to get. Mommy stops her with a tsk. 
“Where do you think you’re going, little brat?”
Mommy’s voice stops her in her tracks halfway up the steps, wide honey eyes turning to a baffled freckled face. Chaeyoung comes closer. “I know you’re eager to finally release all that’s in your little puffy cunt,” she says, “but after your misbehavior in the car… I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little bit longer.”
“But Mommy…!”
“I know what you’re gonna say, and it won’t work,” she speaks before Jaehee can, “that it hurts, that you’re sorry, and I’m sure that that’s all true, but naughty girls like you need to learn their lesson. Flogger. Now.”
She groans as she stomps up the stairs, face in an unceremonious pout. This is so unfair Jaehee can’t even believe it. First she doesn’t let her cum, then she makes her eat her out, spilling her cum all over her face! If anything, she deserved to have that little release in the car! But Mommy’s rules are Mommy’s rules, and when she says sit still, that’s what you do, no discussions. Whoever toys with what belongs to Mommy will have to face the consequences.
She grabs the flogger from the box in the topmost shelf of their closet, unable to help the self-satisfied smirk on her lips. She might get more than she bargained for tonight, after all… Silently, she thanks the Jaehee of the near past for her decision to enact her naughty little prank. It’s giving her one hell of an evening, and a well-deserved break
Downstairs, Mommy is waiting on the couch. Jaehee holds the flogger out to her with her head down, and Mommy orders her to strip. She can’t help the flush of humiliation in her chest as she settles with her hands to the wall, breasts hanging and ass high up in the air, ready for Mommy to color it all shades of pink and purple. 
The sudden feeling of cold metal around her pert nipples shocks her still, drawing a gasp out of her. The clamps pinch her sensitive mounds, sending waves of sharp pain all over her breast and up to her armpit. She barely has the chance to get used to it before the other one is clasped on, bringing a whole new wave of pain with it. Before she knows it, Jaehee is looking down at the thin metal chain hanging from her boobs, and humiliation makes its way up her body like a lightning bolt. 
“I figure this would help keep you quiet…” is Mommy’s excuse. Jaehee knows it’s just for looks, because Mommy thinks her tits look even prettier with something hanging over them. And she likes them as well, the pain they bring being a reminder of who she belongs to. 
Jaehee has no words for Mommy’s sudden endeavor, and she takes advantage of her silence, softly running the flogger down her back. The soft leather ribbons– way too soft to be so sharp when impacted with her butt– make her shiver. 
“You’re getting ten,” she says. Small number, which scares Jaehee even more. “And thanking me after each one. Understood, little one?”
“Yes, Mommy,” she says, voice high. 
The first one lands as a tease, the strands of leather only a brush against her butt, yet Jaehee retreats in anticipation and gasps. “One,” she says. “Thank you, Mommy.”
The second one lands with more bite, drawing a sound out of her. “Two. Thank you, Mommy.”
Swiftly and rhythmically the flogger comes down on her tight butt, creating ever-deepening streaks of red over her pale cheeks. The strikes are increasingly harder, the ribbons evenly covering her butt each time, Chaeyoung’s technique being close to perfect after having done this so many times, the motions as well as the role now second nature to her. She hits Jaehee’s tender sit spots over and over again, letting them hurt and sting. Jaehee doesn’t miss a single one, making a point of showing her Mommy just how good she can be. 
Tears begin running down her face by the fifth one. Mommy does not stop, Jaehee doesn’t want her to. She lets herself be put in her place: humiliated into submission, flogged into obedience, a naughty girl learning her well-earned lesson. And her pussy absolutely flames for it, puffy folds growing more tender with each swing. 
Once the tenth comes down, the first thing Mommy does after ditching the flogger is rub small circles on her back, soothing her little girl that has taken her punishment so well, like she always does. That’s one thing that will always make Chaeyoung’s heart swell: her girl always tries so hard, is always so good at taking her lessons without complaint. The generous rewards she gives her are always well-deserved. 
But now, there’s something else that catches her attention: there’s a glistening wetness between her girl’s legs, a pretty pink pussy wet with want, no doubt because of the hits her butt received, as well as being deprived of the pleasure it desired. 
“Oh, would you look at this…” she says, sliding two fingers inside the hole that go in without effort, plush walls tightening around them, action that draws a tiny scream from the flushed girl below her, “It seems like my little brat rather enjoyed her punishment, is that right?”
Jaehee is vehemently shaking her head, face red as a tomato and eyes tightly closed. 
“No?” Chaeyoung says, feigning shock. “Tell me then, sweetheart, why can I do this?” She adds a third finger, pusing it even deeper, her girl letting out a filthy moan. Mommy’s fingers inside her, the clamps, her arms beginning to cramp, her still hurting ass… it’s all too much. 
“Mommy…” is all she can say with a sob, with no other words to convey what she’s feeling. 
“Tell me, little one, isn’t this what you wanted?” Chaeyoung says, dark and vicious, fingers pumping in and out, curling and hitting her spot, making an absolute trembling mess out of Jaehee. One of her hands makes its way to squeeze a boob, drawing a scream out of her. “To be spanked silly and have Mommy’s fingers inside your tight little pussy? Isn’t this what you were bothering Mommy for so much while at work today? What you were imagining while serving orders to customers? Filthy girl.”
Everything blends for Jaehee: her words, her blurry vision, Mommy’s fingers hurting in her hole, the explosion building in her core and spreading down her body. She can’t do this. Yes, yes it is everything she wanted. More, even. 
“Perhaps the next time I should have you wear a belt for the whole day, just so you have something distracting you from such dirty thoughts, so improper for a girl like you.”
The idea of her with a chastity belt under her Daffodil uniform sends her over the edge, her entire body tightening. The motions of Mommy’s fingers slow and she wants to scream. 
“Can I come, Mommy?” 
“Come for me, little girl.”
She does so in command, whole body melting to a long-time coming eruption of pleasure. The whole world goes hazy around her, an incomprehensible amalgamation of praises and tears and soft touches to sensitive skin. Soft arms wrap her around a stiff frame, and she lets herself cry into Mommy’s shoulder, listening to her shhs and relaxing at her caresses down her back. Chaeyoung leaves kisses all over her skin, chasing the salty tears running down her face. 
There is always a moment for her after cumming, once the high has begun to subside, where her skin feels hyper-sensitive. She’s aware of every feeling, every sensation, every touch. Her back shivers from the open air but there’s sweat beginning to build in the back of her knees. Chaeyoung’s button-up tickles her bare chest, nipples still hurting from the clamps that were recently taken out. Her face is puffy and loose strands of Chaeyoung’s hair tickle it a bit, her ass still stings. 
The green eyes that regard her are full of love, tired yet satisfied. Jaehee knows what Chaeyoung’s about to say and even anticipates it, some praise that will make her heart melt. But what she actually says is nothing of the sort: Chaeyoung breaks into laughter. 
“You’re absolutely insane, did you know that?” she says in between laughs. “Like batshit crazy. What in the world. I can’t believe you sometimes.”
Jaehee can’t help but laugh as well, the heavy atmosphere of the scene almost completely lifted, they’re once again Chaeyoung and Jaehee. “I can’t believe myself either, to be honest.”
“I mean, I’m shocked…” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen. “In a good way, but shocked. Like, did my brattiness accidentally rub off on you or something, because…”
“Perhaps,” Jaehee says. “After four years, yes, it seems like a little of it has.”
Chaeyoung kisses her with a smile. It’s unexpected, but sweet, and it makes her stomach flutter. “God, I love you,” she breathes. It’s so automatic. So absent minded. Jaehee kisses her back.
It’s a little bit hilarious and overwhelming to think about what their relationship has become, utterly different from what Jaehee imagined it would be in their early days– a place for both of them to rest and just be, a home, a comfort, a warm cup of tea– to what it actually became– more than that, a place for them to discover themselves, a sandbox, a playground. More than comfort, Chaeyoung provided for her the opportunity for fun. To color outside the lines. To dare. 
She’s her business partner, the president of the organization she volunteers for, her girlfriend, but aside from that, and maybe on top of it all, she’s her best friend. The one person on this earth she feels she can be fully herself with, no boundaries, no judgments. “I love you too,” she says. Right now, it feels like she’ll love her forever, however stupid it sounds. 
A beat of silence passes. Chaeyoung’s hands rhythmically stroke Jaehee’s back, which is growing colder by the minute. She lays her head on her shoulder. 
“So… did I do it?”
Chaeyoung frowns, lost. Jaehee wants to laugh. 
“Did I make your day less boring, after all?”
The look Chaeyoung gives her– quirked brow, knowing smile– is enough to make her stomach churn. “Oh, honey, like no other…”
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curlymedusa · 4 years
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🏳️‍🌈  RFA (& co.) at pride!! 🏳️‍🌈
I’ve been wanting to draw my headcanons for them for a long time now!! Some of these hcs I feel more strongly about than others –and I just want to remind you that you don’t have to have the same ones ^u^ happy pride! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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jaeheemcweek · 7 years
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I hope you’re as excited as we are - JaeheeMC week starts tomorrow !!
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commander-yinello · 7 years
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The Matchmakers - Part 13
We’re finally setting up Jaehee and MC! Please enjoy this series that @setthestarsxnfire and I are working on!
“Oh Zen! I did not expect you.” Jaehee’s glasses glinted as she pushed them upwards.
Zen waved as he approached her. As always, the dutiful assistant had many stacks of papers in her arms, no doubt flitting in between offices.
“Sorry, I thought I’d drop by. That shit Jumin isn’t around, is he?” Zen frowned and scanned the area. It felt a little bad to lie to Jaehee like this.
“Mr. Han is busy working. I won’t inform him… Though really, you two should sort out your grievances. You could do so right now,” Jaehee said, completely serious. Zen held back a chuckle.
“No need. Say, shall we grab a cup of coffee together? It’s been a while, you can inform me on the latest gossip.”
Whatever Jaehee wanted to respond, it was interrupted with MC appearing at her side. Huh. Where had she come from?
MC blinked at him. “Hey Zen, why are you here?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. I decided to pay Jaehee an impromptu lunch visit.”
“So did I.” MC glared at him.
Jaehee simply kept smiling. “Zen wanted to get a coffee, join us?”
MC put on the worst impression of indifference, setting her face to neutral while her eyes still threw daggers at Zen, gently taking hold of Jaehee’s arm. “Actually, I wanted to treat Jaehee on coffee and cake. But unfortunately I only have money for two…”
Any more jealousy and MC would have turned green. Not wanting to die, Zen held up his hands, chuckling. “It’s fine, I don’t want to interrupt any earlier made plan. You two have fun!” He winked at the two ladies and walked off.
"Zen? That's odd, why did he suddenly leave?" He heard Jaehee ask behind him.
"Who knows?" MC lied and urged the assistant to get moving lest they miss their friendly lunch. Zen rolled his eyes at the word friendly.
***
“I’m telling you, MC was ready to stab me on the spot.” Zen’s concerned voice rang through the speaker of his phone.
Jumin laughed, imagining the young woman’s face. “My assistant has always been a fan of your musicals. No doubt MC fears you might be trying to hit on her, especially since they think we are currently enemies.”
“A fear unfounded if they knew. There’s no doubt how much MC loves Jaehee, but for some reason she hasn’t told her yet. I suspect it has to do with the fact that Jaehee is completely oblivious to her feelings.”
Jumin sighed and fiddled with a contract on his desk, not paying attention to its content. Assistant Kang was clever in all except picking up romantic cues. How were they going to have them realize their feelings if one did not understand and the other was too afraid to make a move?
“Perhaps we can make MC so jealous she’ll confess.”
“Don’t count on me to flirt with her - I don’t know what will be worse, gossip in magazines about me and my new ‘lover’ or gossip about my death at the hands of an angry lady.”
The idea of Zen flirting with his assistant ade his stomach do nasty twists and turns. No, that would definitely not do. But there were other, more indirect options. “Hyun, how well does Assistant Kang know your handwriting?”
***
ZEN: Cat freak
Jumin Han: Narcissist.
V: Are you two going to fight like this everyday?
707: Yoosungie, you’re pretty quiet today (ಠ¿ಠ)
Yoosung★: Oh Yoosung★: I’m just doing my homework
MC: You’ve been doing that pretty often lately
Yoosung★: Is it so hard to believe I’m studying harder lately? ;;
707: And little bro is at the library again 707: People are changing around me ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ
Yoosung★: It’s just a coincidence ;;
ZEN: It must be
MC: Speaking of missing people, Jaehee, where are you?
Jaehee Kang: Oh, sorry MC Jaehee Kang: I’m just a bit flustered
MC: Flustered?
V: About what?
Jaehee Kang: I… got an anonymous love letter today in my post box.
707: Oh ho ho~!!
MC: WHAT MC: FROM WHO
Jumin Han: I believe the word anonymous would imply from no known sender.
ZEN: Shut up you condescending fuck
Jumin Han: Make me.
Jaehee Kang: I don’t know how to feel about this… I’ve never had a love letter before Jaehee Kang: It is rather short but they seem to know me well
707: Send me the love letter!! 707: I will analyse it~!
ZEN: Wait, is that a good idea?
Jaehee Kang: Should I?
Yoosung★: Seven, you should track the sender with their handwriting like in the movies!
MC: THROW IT AWAY MC: BURN IT
707: O_O
Jaehee Kang: ?? Why?
MC: Because
ZEN: Because… ?
- MC has left the chatroom -
V: Please don’t tell me we’re all going to fight.
707: Odd, MC usually doesn’t get upset this easily
Jaehee Kang: I’m so confused. Jaehee Kang: I’ll just drop the subject for now.
Jumin Han: Hmm.
V: Maybe one of your co-workers, Jumin?
Jumin Han: I highly doubt it.
ZEN: Hah! ZEN: Trust Fund just doesn’t want to admit his employees might have more emotions than him
Yoosung★: You two need to seriously give it a rest -.-
***
Zen let out a sigh of relief and logged out of the chatroom. If Jaehee had given Seven the love letter, no doubt the hacker would have somehow traced it to him - shit, that would have been incredibly awkward and embarrassing.
“Sorry about that. I hadn’t thought it through enough.” Jumin flipped the pancake perfectly. Zen suspected he might have been lying about his poor cooking skills. Or most likely didn’t know his own talent.
“We both agreed it was a good idea.”
Jumin nodded. “What are the chances Jaehee is going to track down the writer?”
“Knowing her? Zero. She’ll most likely throw it away and distract herself with other things. I once asked her if she was looking for love and she told me that would be a waste of time.”
“I admit, before I got to know you, I felt much the same.”
Zen sighed and leaned on his kitchen counter while Jumin stacked another pancake on the plate. This was way tougher than Yoosung and Saeran. At least those two were bound to go off when put in the same room.
“Hey, remember those weird girls at the haunted house?”
“I’d rather not remember the haunted house incident, but yes. The ones that kept making selfies with Luciel and Jihyun?”
“Those two yeah. I bet we can convince them to help us. And you need to send Jaehee on a mission to the faire for the whole day.”
The idea of losing his assistant the entire day didn’t sit well with his boyfriend. Smirking, Zen smeared a dab of pancake batter on that frowning face.
“Hyun!” Jumin wiped at it, outraged, only to make it worse. It had now stained his shirt sleeve
“Come on, it was your idea to match Jaehee with MC. You can stand to lose her skillful duties for one day.” Zen chuckled and dodged Jumin swiping at him.
The raven-haired executive picked up the rest of the batter in the bowl with an evil smile and Zen gulped. “Of course, and it will be done. But first I need to teach a naughty actor a lesson.”
Zen started running through his living room, knowing already it would be awhile before they could eat the pancakes. Good thing he had a microwave.
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