⤔ apt 101

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "I don't think I have. You'll have to remind me."
Amber's smile growing as she listened to Yiren. She tilts her head at Yiren's giggle. "Can you figure out why it's so big? ...if you can't guess then I guess I can show you."
She focused on grinding and rolling her hips up into Yiren. Amber was certain that she wouldn't last much longer. She would just have to show Yiren straight up. She should have figured that with how rare it was that Amber would have to just show her.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ “I always have something to say, jiejie,” Yiren purrs, cheeky. “You've heard me when I don't want to shut up. I /know/ you've heard me. And I know you've wanted to shut me up.” It's bait. Absolutely, one hundred percent. But Yiren still hopes Amber will rise to it. Metaphorically, but also literally.

The roll of Amber's hips punches a breathy moan from Yiren. She presses a hand to the one securing her on Amber's lap, a soft giggle escaping after a moment. “I know you feel different. You're bigger than anyone I've ever had the pleasure of sitting on. What are you trying to tell me, jiejie?”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber raised her brow. Would Yiren really be the only one to notice what her birth defect? This made the game far more exciting. "Is that all you have to say?"
She rolled her hips up against Yiren. Her eyes scanning Yiren's face to see if she realized it yet. Amber's hands stayed on Yiren's hips to help keep her close and to ensure that the younger woman didn't fall off her lap. "If you don't notice then guess you'll just have to be shocked as much as the others."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren is a great many things, but stupid and oblivious don't make that list. She's smarter than her family ever gave her credit for, smart enough to know how and when to cut and run, smart enough to stay off their radar in the months that followed her great escape. But there's something about Amber's question that feels expectant, like she hopes for Yiren to have the answer. Yiren's a little disappointed to admin that she might not.

She gives a little roll of her hips, putting the pieces together even as she studies the amusement she thinks she sees on Amber's face. "You feel awfully happy to have me in your lap, jiejie," she says eventually, lips curling into a satisfied smile. She doesn't quite get it yet, but Yiren's no -- she knows a little. Perhaps just enough. Either Amber's much larger than anyone else Yiren's ever taken to bed, or...hm.

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Everyone is a fragile doll until they fully understand. I'm not a normal beta. I have a bit of a... birth defect. I'm sure by now you can feel it. You said it feels good... Can you tell why?"
This was always the fun part. None of them got it if she tried to them. None of them believed till they saw both of them for themselves. Would Yiren be the first to understand before she saw? Or would the game be the same as always?

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren studies her, thoughtful, coy innocence fading from her expression. “Maybe later,” she says. Maybe later, because it is fun to corrupt a willing party. But not now, because Amber’s usually so standoffish and Yiren’s waited too long for this opportunity.

“Jiejie,” she hums, voice soft. “I’m not a fragile doll. The only time I’ll say no is if we agree to it. And I would, I’m into that. But I’d also let you do whatever you wanted to me. Just to have your hands on me.” Yiren shifts on Amber’s lap -- too slow and intentional to be a wiggle, but too gentle or light to be considered grinding. For now. “I like it, jiejie, it feels good. I want to please you, how do you want to use me?”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "If you want to corrupt someone best to aim for Ryujin or Minjeong. I don't need innocence Yiren... just tell me what I'm allowed to do. And give me a clear sign that is a no. The words no or stop does not count." Amber tilts her head with a smirk. "Thats all it takes. I'm a bit of a hoe. ...just with special attachments."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren makes a soft noise—startled, not afraid, but aroused—and shifts until she's straddling Amber's lap. She smiles as she rests an arm over Amber's shoulder for balance, fingers curling in the short hair at the back of her neck. "Normally I'm the one corrupting, but I don't mind being corrupted by you." Her head tilts, teeth digging into her lip. "How innocent do you want, jiejie? I promise I can be a good girl."

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber chuckles softly. "At this rate mise well just give me permission Yiren with that."
She tugs Yiren onto her lap with a smirk. Amber's hands grip Yiren's to make sure that she doesn't fall. At least that's what she tells herself. "You want corruption? Are you innocent enough for that Yiren? What do you say? Hmmm?"

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren had meant to ask what the difference between a kink and a is, but-- well. Her eyes follow the path of her hand in Amber's, from where her lips brush it to where it eventually comes to rest on the sweatpants she so often wears around their apartment. Absently, she sets her drink down on the table, teeth digging thoughtfully into her lower lip as her eyes return to Amber's face.

"Yes," she admits, realizing only a moment too late that /yes/ was not the wisest answer. "A lot," she amends. "It varies by person." Amber, for example, could probably manhandle her pretty easily, could definitely get rough, and Yiren would ing love it. "Someone that's usually professional and put together, debauched. Corruption." She's acutely aware of the warmth of Amber's hand on her bare thigh where her shorts have ridden up, warm and worn from years of work. It flusters her. "Tattoos, piercings. Muscles, but not-- not men. Dancers, or someone that works out. Confidence."

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Well... think of it this way... you have what you know you need to get off. Right? If you tried to do something different then you wouldn't get off." Amber takes Yiren's hand in hers, she brings the knuckles to her lips. She then places Yiren's hand on her inner thigh.
"The same methods that will get you off are not gonna work on me. ...sure you and I but will I enjoy it as much as if you used a kink or a ? Probably not. It's those little extra things that add to it. Like someone getting rough with you at just the right time or doing in public. ...what do you find y Yiren?"
Amber rested her hand on Yiren's thigh. Her finger rubbing gentle circles on the inside of her thigh.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ "When you put it like that..." Yiren's expression pinches, frustrated. "I...want to know the difference?" Language is hard. For as good as she's gotten with speaking and understanding Korean after running from home, there are still words that trip her up, entries in her vocabulary that she can't just fill in for herself, and using Google hasn't been much help.

Yiren slumps down into the couch cushions, taking another drink. "You're not going to embarrass me. I got the talk when I was thirteen and there were plans to sell me to a rich old man." She'd had education classes and she'd thought they were thorough. And maybe they were. But not like she'd needed.

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber blinks softly, "You want me to explain kinks and es to you? Are you sure about that?"
She wasn't sure if Yiren was really into such things. It was hard to tell given how little she actually knew about Yiren. She could be wrong. "I have to be sure so I don't embarrass you or..." Amber paused. She had planned to say excite you but honestly she would mind if Yiren wanted attention from her.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Amber's works make Yiren pause to consider things with a more objective outlook. But...still. "I guess," she admits. "But you don't have to label it. It just...makes you happy. It's okay to make steps to get the things that make you happy. And then talking about it, communicating you don't want a relationship, but you do want somethi...." She trails off, nose wrinkling. "I know it sounds like dating but communication is important in all relationships, jiejie. Whether you're roommates or coworkers or dating."

Humming, Yiren's focus shifts briefly to Amber, to the movement of her adjusting her pants. She can't help herself or her compulsive desire to learn and know. She really can't. "What's the difference?"

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber wrinkles her nose. "That sounds like a relationship though. That stuff is bull." She shook her head. "If she comes around then she fine but I'm not gonna chase her down." Amber felt like that she would be giving the wrong signal if she chased her down.
"Everyone has their preferences. I know that more than anything." Amber chuckles softly. She adjusts her pants with a smile. "Kinks are kinks and es are es. People are weird like that."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Amber isn’t necessarily wrong. Yiren has the things she loves, foods she could eat day in and day out, shows she could watch every day. But there would come a day where she didn’t love them any more, sometimes sooner and other times later. “You should reach out to her. If you liked her, if she made you happy.” Recalling a comment from earlier, Yiren pokes at some of the veggies in the bowl, nose wrinkling. “I’m not saying date her, but if you had fun, and if she had fun, it’s worth it to reach out. Isn’t it?”

Yiren takes a sip to buy herself a moment to think – and hopefully stop putting her foot in . “I didn’t have much that was mine growing up,” she says after a moment, setting the drink aside. “Mine that I chose. So if I really liked someone, if I were serious, I wouldn’t want to share the really important moments.”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Who doesn't want that? I'm sure you would too. You'd get bored if you had the same thing over and over. Food or . It gets boring. Last girl who was with me... things were pretty damn good..." Amber sighs thinking about her. She was more than ready to jump if that woman got back to her. Amber knew she was basically a hoe. It didn't matter to her. She had fun and from her knowledge the women who spent time with her, had fun.
Amber made her way to Yiren and sat down beside her. She hand her a drink. "Possessive? Interesting."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ "Do you wish there were others?" She smiles after a moment, curious, but almost apologetic for being so. It's an unbecoming trait, she's been told, but she can't help the desire to know. "Do you wish there were those that wanted to switch things up?"

Humming thoughtfully, Yiren leans back into the couch, taking a bite of the noodles while waiting for Amber to return. Her manners haven't completely forsaken her, because at least she swallows before offering additional commentary. "It's fun to a point, I think." There's a thrill in the potential of being caught, in the burn of humiliation, especially now that she has the ability to do so without fearing repercussions. "But I think if I were serious about someone, I wouldn't want to share everything. Some things, sure. But some I'd want to be just mine. Does that make me greedy, jiejie?"

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Well most who came to me are bottoms. At least things went in that direction a lot." Amber shrugs her shoulders. "I don't mind. Most people learn my secret and decide to come back."
Amber laughs loudly before poking Yiren's forehead. She heads back to the kitchen to get the drinks. "I will tell you. Most of the time I just in public. I don't care if people watch. Makes it more exciting anyway."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren eyes Amber, thoughtful, serious, intense. And then, with all the inelegance that would have once earned verbal derision from her parents, she snorts. “Is it because you’re more handsome than them? Or because they want to do the ing? That’s not very nice of them.”

Shaking her head, Yiren helps to move their meal into the living room. “I go there usually if I’m that interested. Or we find somewhere quiet in public. I don’t like just anyone knowing where I live.” With their meal moved, Yiren perches on the couch, legs tucked underneath herself, and studies Amber curiously. “If you want to bring someone back, you’ll tell me, too, won’t you?”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber shakes her head with a small smile. "I was just saying... some get upset when I suggest they let me eat them out or them."
She blows Yiren a kiss before working to move things into the living room. Amber made sure to keep teasing her. Yiren didn't seem too upset or at least not interested. She seemed a open to the idea.
"Let me know when you do get people you wanna bring back."

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ “I am,” Yiren chirps as she turns to check the noodles one last time. They’re done, luckily, and she busies herself with turning off the heat and dishing some out for herself. “ is great for relaxing, though? Dopamine and oxytocin are good for you.”

She turns with her bowl, head tilting. “But...I don’t want to get married. Being single is nice. I can meet who I want, touch who I want--” Her lips twitch again, because she can also bed whomever she wants as well. Just because she doesn’t usually bring anyone home doesn’t mean anything. “A drink sounds really good,” she says instead. “Eat in the living room with me?”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Do as you need. I can only offer to make your legs shake." Amber smirks, "Not really relaxing thing to some. But it's all I can offer."
She pokes Yiren's cheek. "Give me warning if you try marrying yourself off. I don't want to get in the way." Amber knew that wasn't the reason but it felt a bit bichy to say relationships are dumb and I don't want to be around if you get in one or I don't want to risk you hopping a relationship and trying to preach how amazing it is to me.
"You wanna drink?"

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren’s family isn’t the worst, but...well, hindsight is twenty-twenty, and she had never wanted to be married off as if she were an item to be auctioned or a doll to be toyed with.

“I like cooking,” she says instead, eyes briefly fluttering closed at the gentle press of lips. She smiles, humming softly. “Even though it was once a way to prove I was a desirable bride, I really just like to cook. It’s soothing.” After a moment, her eyes open and the smile fades, expression clouding. “Work was....unpleasant today. I needed to self soothe.”

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber looked Yiren over as she spoke. She leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Family ing ."
She watches her a bit longer before looking away. Amber sighs heavily. "Explain. Explain why you needed to cook." Amber just had to hope that she didn't need to talk more about family to do so. It was the only topic that bothered Amber. She had a feeling that Yiren wouldn't fall for her usual flirt to avoid topics routine.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren's delicate features twist in frustration as she struggles for the words to explain herself. Sometimes Korean is hard. "My family was very traditional. I was supposed to be married off, so I was raised to..." She gestures at the stove, the kitchen. "Everything. I was to fetch a high price until I left." Nose wrinkling, still struggling for the words, Yiren turns back to study the ingredients in the broth. "Despite that, I like cooking. I wanted-- needed to cook tonight. And food is best when shared."

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber tilts her head then shrugs. "Fair enough. But it's weird to offer food to me too." Her past had taught her nice things didn't come free. Nice things often came with a price. Amber expected to hear that there was something that the younger women wanted. She paused and waited to see what Yiren said.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yiren hums, poking at the food still cooking before turning to face the older female. "Felt like it." It's hard sometimes for her to explain away some of her mannerisms and behaviors, and this is one of those times. She'd been raised for most of her life to be a docile and obedient wife to whomever her parents had intended to marry her to. But even beyond that, she really just enjoys cooking. And food is best when shared.

"The ramen is almost done if you want some, and there's fresh kimchi on the counter."

@Wang Yirenᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Amber peeked out of her room hearing the mention of tteokdokki. She came out to look around. Without a second thought Amber moved close to the mentioned food. "What's the occasion? Something special happen or just having it to have it?"
She focused on the food not saying much beyond that.

@Amber Liuᵇᵉᵗᵃ The act of cooking has always been a soothing one, but it’s even more so now as Yiren winds down for the night. After a day spent in the flower shop, wreathed in roses and daisies and mums, there’s something special about returning to the apartment she shares with her roommate and turning basic ingredients into something delicious to be shared.

On the other side of the apartment, the front door opens, then closes again, and Yiren perks at the stove. “Jiejie!” Yiren realizes a moment too late that she’d spoken in Chinese. But she’d spoken in Chinese in front of Amber quite a few times and Amber had never so much as blinked twice, so...it’s probably okay. “Noona!” Yiren chirps afterward, correcting herself. “Noona, I made dinner! There’s fresh tteokdokki in here for you!”