WARNING : CEO Chaeyoung & Supergirl Jisoo.
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Park Chaeyoung was dying.
She had survived far longer than she had expected, honestly, and against rather daunting odds. Death threats on the daily, poisoning, being pushed off her balcony… between her family and Morgan Edge, it truly was a wonder that she was still breathing.
Pulling in another shallow breath, Chaeyoung stared at the clouds above her sightlessly. Red dripped from her fingers to the balcony floor, her heart pounding in her chest as she refused to look at the woman currently torturing her.
“Do you not like popsicles?” Jisoo’s voice snapped Chaeyoung out of her daze, and the CEO flushed, realizing her popsicle was melting down her wrist. “I just kind of assumed, I mean, it’s hot out…” The brunette shuffled and glanced at her own treat, looking guilty. “I should have asked what you wanted…”
“Jisoo.” Chaeyoung gave her a shaky smile, trying to look reassuring. “I love popsicles, I swear. I was just… distracted.” She dramatically bit off a chunk of the treat, doing her best impression of a woman who wasn’t in the middle of being murdered. She waggled her eyebrows at the brunette, making her laugh. Appeased, Jisoo ate the last bite of her bomb pop, grabbed another from the box she brought and turned back to look over the city. Chaeyoung went back to dying a slow death.
Biting back a groan, she tried to look at the clouds again. When that couldn’t hold her attention, she tried looking the floor, the city, anything. Literally anything, as long as it wasn’t sweet, nerdy Kim Jisoo. With a fucking popsicle in her hand… Chaeyoung caved, peeking at the brunette from the corner of her eye.
Jisoo had her elbows on the railing, looking totally relaxed. Normally, Chaeyoung loved that they could just… be. Not really talking, just capturing a few peaceful moments together. Right now, though… she really needed for Jisoo to stop sucking on the tip of that fucking popsicle. Chaeyoung was getting a semi, and she wasn’t ready to explain that to her totally platonic buddy. And since apparently she wasn’t strong enough not to look…
“So…” Chaeyoung cleared her throat, searching for something, anything, to get her rambling about. If Jisoo was talking, she couldn’t be eating. Hopefully. The brunette turned her head to look at the CEO and cocked a brow in question. “Um…” Chaeyoung swallowed hard, voice trailing off as her friend made eye contact, still sucking on her bomb pop. Swaying slightly, Chaeyoung grabbed the rail with her free hand.
“Are you ok?” Jisoo was at her side in an instant, ready to catch her if she fell. Nodding dumbly, Chaeyoung blushed, taking a small step to the side, suddenly feeling overly warm. The brunette nodded back, slowly, as if she was unsure if she believed that the CEO was truly alright. “You’re sure?”
“I am, 100%, I’m just-”
“Distracted?” Jisoo cut in, glancing at Chaeyoung’s hand. If she didn’t know better, she would think Jisoo was smirking. Following her gaze, Chaeyoung grimaced. She was now holding a stick, her whole wrist covered in sticky juice. Sighing, she shook her head and shrugged. Gesturing at her office, she excused herself, taking her time as she washed her hands in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been gone long enough for Jisoo to have finished all the popsicles. Chaeyoung froze just before stepping onto the balcony, floored by the sight that awaited her.
The brunette still gazed out at the skyline, though now she had a fresh popsicle in hand. Chaeyoung felt her pants tighten uncomfortably as she watched Jisoo, but she was powerless to look away, to move, to do anything other then stand there like a complete fucking pervert. That stupid red, white, and blue edible torture device slid slowly in and out of Jisoo’s mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked.
Suddenly, she turned, looking right into Chaeyoung’s eyes. Tipping her head to the side, she looked innocent for a moment, thoughtful. Before Chaeyoung could think of an excuse for staring, Jisoo slid her popsicle further into her mouth, sucking harder.
“Jisoo…”
The brunette tipped her head the other way, one brow raised as the whole popsicle disappeared.
“Jesus.” Chaeyoung swallowed, leaning heavily against the door frame. “Ok, Jisoo… look, you just… you can’t eat that thing like that.”
“Why not?” Jisoo asked, rubbing the treat over her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, Chaeyoung looked at the floor, then immediately back to Jisoo’s mouth.
“It’s… well, it looks kind of… sexual.” Blowing out a puff of air, she ran a hand through her hair. “I mean, it probably shouldn’t, because its food, but it does.”
“Huh.” Jisoo looked thoughtful for a second. “So, if somebody saw me eating it like that, they would… what? Be thinking about sex?”
“Yes! Right! So… you know, not good.” Chaeyoung cringed at the too chipper tone of her own voice.
“Mhmm.” Jisoo smiled sweetly, her eyes locked with Chaeyoung’s as she slowly slid the popsicle back into her mouth.
“I feel like… maybe you didn’t fully understand… um…” Chaeyoung cleared her throat, her body moving on autopilot, slowly crossing the space between them to stand by her friend. “So… I’m just going to be blunt, sorry. You look like you’re sucking dick, ok?” Both women flushed, and Chaeyoung had to force herself not to duck her head. “Obviously not intentionally.” Chaeyoung hastened to add, afraid her friend might be offended. “But anyone who sees… this… will immediately imagine you… you know…”
“Sucking their dick.” Jisoo was bright red, but she maintained eye contact as she spoke. Chaeyoung’s heart nearly gave out upon hearing that word from her perfect Jisoo’s mouth.
“Right. So… bad things man.” Mentally face palming, the CEO took a shaky breath, moving to lean on the railing so that her still growing erection was less obvious.
Jisoo turned, propping her elbows on the rail once again. Chaeyoung tried to slow her thundering heart as she watched cars move below them. She shouldn’t have stared, shouldn’t be a pervert, but at least she had made sure the brunette wouldn’t do it again. Sighing internally, she was ashamed of herself. Sexualizing her best friend like that... What kind of person does that? Glancing back at Jisoo, she couldn’t stop herself from cursing.
“For fucks sake, Jisoo!” The brunette was literally licking the underside of the popsicle in long, slow strokes. Chaeyoung watched as Jisoo eased the whole thing back into her mouth, sucking. Suddenly and completely without thought, the blonde reached out and snagged the popsicle, throwing it off the balcony.
“Hey!” Jisoo reached out, looking like she wanted to jump off after it. “Rude!”
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the hell just happened…” Chaeyoung whispered, watching it hit the ground. They stared at the pavement for a few long seconds before Jisoo laughed.
“What did my popsicle ever do to you?” Jisoo teased. “Oh well. I have one more.” As the brunette moved to grab the box, Chaeyoung moved just a bit faster, slapping it off the table and onto the floor.
“No more mother fucking popsicles. Please.” Chaeyoung growled, frustrated and embarrassed by her outburst. The mood suddenly became serious, and she scrambled to think of something to make herself look less… insane. She came up empty.
“Alright.” Jisoo nodded slowly. “So… do you have anything else for me?” Chaeyoung stared at her blankly, not following. Jisoo bit her lip, gaze flickering to Chaeyoung’s crotch for the briefest moment. Just long enough for the CEO to catch up.
“Do you know ?” Chaeyoung gasped as Jisoo tried and failed to look innocent. “Oh my God. You do know! And then the whole popsicle thing… you ARE professionally crafty!”
“Well…um…x-ray vision, ya know? Totally… mostly accidental…” Jisoo’s voice trailed off as Chaeyoung stepped toward her, slowly backing her into the office. “And I know you like me, Lisa said you do, and she’s like, professionally gay, so…” She gasped when her ass hit the desk, her eyes wide. “Um… and then I thought you would tell me, especially after I told you I’m Supergirl but… I waited and waited, and I got tired of waiting. I thought the popsicle thing might make you… um… ready?”
“Did you seriously use your powers to peek in my pants, Supergirl?” Chaeyoung sat in her chair, dragging Jisoo to her knees in front of her.
“Um… y-yes?” Jisoo swallowed, resting her hands hesitantly on Chaeyoung’s thighs as she looked up at her. “But really, it was mostly an accident-” The blonde cut her off with a kiss, relieved her secret was out there, that Jisoo didn’t care, that she wanted her anyway.
She rejoiced when the brunette kissed her back just as passionately, her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest as Jisoo’s tongue teased at her lips. She opened up to her, deepening the kiss, her cock twitching when the hero started sucking her tongue. She felt shaky fingers fumbling with the button of her pants, and Chaeyoung nodded slightly when Jisoo made a sound of askance.
She sighed in relief as her length was freed from its confines, and Jisoo pulled back slightly, looking at her crotch. She moaned as the brunette began to stroke her slowly, and she sank back into the chair. Smiling sweetly, Jisoo looked up, meeting her eyes. The innocence the hero projected didn’t fit her actions as she leaned in, taking Chaeyoung into her mouth.
“Jesus…” Chaeyoung groaned, staring in awe as Jisoo’s lips began to bob up and down her length. She hummed and Chaeyoung’s hand twitched, dying to thread into that soft hair. Jisoo reached out, taking the blonde’s hand in her own, bringing it to the back of her head and pressing down.
A strangled sound left her throat, and she gently began to guide Jisoo up and down, gaping as more and more of her length disappeared. When she couldn’t hold back anymore, she pulled out, leaning down to kiss the brunette. A hand on her chest stopped her, and she paused.
“Um… are you this gentle n-naturally or…” Jisoo blushed, shifting uncomfortably.
“What do you… oh.” Chaeyoung cleared her throat, suddenly nervous. “I’m not but… I don’t want to hurt you.” Jisoo smiled softly, gripping her length again.
“I’m really, really hard to break, so if you want… more?” Jisoo squeezed, making Chaeyoung gasp. “I can do more. A lot more.”
“More sounds good...” Chaeyoung nodded vigorously, making Jisoo smile.
“If you want it...” Jisoo leaned down, swirling her tongue around the head, “why don’t you take it?” Chaeyoung groaned, fisting Jisoo’s hair and roughly dragging her mouth down, watching as she bottomed out in the brunette’s throat.
Jisoo whimpered, never breaking eye contact as Chaeyoung forced her up and down her aching length. It was fascinating to see her cock slide in and out of those perfect lips, and she began to thrust up as deeply as she could. She held out as long as she was able, dragging the brunette down one last time, coming hard. When she came back to Earth, Jisoo was grinning widely, though Chaeyoung couldn’t see her as innocent anymore.
“So… you like more, right?” Jisoo asked, as if Chaeyoung coming in her throat wasn’t a pretty sure sign.
“I love more”, Chaeyoung assured her, reaching for the hem of Jisoo’s dress. She startled when the hero briefly became a blur, coming back into focus a moment later. Completely naked. “Fuck.” She ran her hands up Jisoo’s sides, breathless. “You’re beautiful…”
Blushing, the brunette tugged at the collar of her shirt, a silent request. Chaeyoung stood and stripped quickly, strong hands pushing her back into her chair the second she finished. She bit her lip as Jisoo straddled her, grinding down.
“God, you’re… fuck!” She gripped Jisoo’s hips as the brunette rolled them, spreading arousal over her length.
“I’m what?” Jisoo whispered, wrapping steel arms around her neck and hiding her flushed face in Chaeyoung’s hair. But not before she saw the hopeful glint in blue eyes.
“You’re soaked, baby”, Chaeyoung rasped, not missing the way Jisoo’s breath hitched. The brunette shivered, rocking her hips harder. After a moment, it seemed she decided it wasn’t enough, shifting to guide the tip of Chaeyoung’s length to her entrance. The blonde bit her lip as Jisoo eased down, taking it all.
“Will you…” Jisoo moaned, slowly rising up and sliding back down several times before she could continue, her voice a tiny whisper. “Can you t-talk some more? Tell me how it… h-how I feel?” Chaeyoung smiled, amazed that the brunette could be both adorably shy and downright dirty at the same time.
“You feel incredible, baby.” Chaeyoung wrapped her arms around Jisoo’s waist, bringing her down harder. “You’re so fucking tight… ” she groaned as Jisoo clenched down, her moans growing louder. “You wrap around me perfectly, like you were made to take my cock-”
She was cut off rather abruptly by Jisoo’s sudden shout. The brunette’s walls spasmed around her length violently, throwing her into her own crashing orgasm. They clung to each other for several moments, catching their breath.
Jisoo finally leaned back enough to press lazy kisses against Chaeyoung’s lips, making her smile for a moment before she began to worry about the strangeness of the entire situation. Seeming to sense her concern, Jisoo frowned, nodding.
“Chaeyoung? There’s just one thing I’m really worried about right now.” Jisoo said, voice deathly serious.
“Mhmm?” Chaeyoung held her breath, terrified.
“Do you think that last popsicle has melted?”
“You fuckin ass, get off me!” Chaeyoung grumbled, holding back a smile.
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