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"Jimin-ah?"
"Hm?"
"What- What is sex supposed to… feel like?"
Jimin pauses scrolling around on her phone and glances over at Yoonji on the other side of her bed, blushing and averting her gaze and trying to pretend she's reading something on her phone, too.
"What do you mean? Like you want me to describe the feeling to you?"
"N-No, just…" she trails off to a whisper, and Jimin strains her ears to hear. "If it doesn't feel good, does that mean something is wrong with me?"
A whole lot of thoughts race through Jimin’s head very quickly, the most important and most infuriating of which being that Yoonji must have let her boyfriend fuck her. Her douchebag loser boyfriend that Jimin is fairly certain she only agreed to date because she didn’t know how to reject his confession.
“It doesn’t mean something is wrong with you, unnie,” Jimin assures gently, tossing her phone aside in favor of turning over to face Yoonji, who is still desperately avoiding eye contact as usual. “Maybe you just don’t like sex. There’s nothing wrong with that- lots of people don’t.”
She hesitates and bites her lip before nodding, but Jimin can tell she has something else to say, so she waits patiently for the older girl to build up the courage.
“But I- but I like the idea of it, you know? And I- Like- it feels good when I-”
She cuts herself off and chokes on her words, and Jimin can’t help giggling at her because… because fuck, she’s so cute. So shy and sweet and naive and too good and precious for her piece of shit boyfriend.
“I know what you mean, unnie. You’re confused because you don’t like sex but you like masturbating?”
“Jimin!”
“Relax. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she assures calmly, and Yoonji calms down by a fraction. “That could be for a whole bunch of reasons. Some people like sex in theory but don’t like it in practice… some people like masturbating but don’t like having sex with other people… some people only like really specific things that take time to figure out.” She hesitates, knowing it’s probably a bad idea to be so bold, but fuck it. If this is her opening to talk to Yoonji about what she’s been thinking for months now, then so be it. She reaches over to take Yoonji’s phone out of her hand and place it next to them so she can link their fingers together instead. “Some people think that they don’t like sex at all before realizing that they’re gay.”
Yoonji nervously lifts her eyes to Jimin’s, turning her head over on Jimin’s pillow to properly face her. Jimin’s heart flutters traitorously, and she tries to tell herself to calm down before she fucking blows this entirely. “Then, of course, there’s always the much more common possibility that the sex just wasn’t very good.”
“How… How do people figure out which one it is?”
“I’m sure it’s different for everyone, but a lot of people just figure it out by trial and error.”
Yoonji sighs before closing her eyes, and Jimin takes the opportunity to shamelessly study her face- the delicate fan of her long eyelashes on her cheeks, her perfect porcelain skin, the blush that’s now spread down her neck to disappear underneath the collar of her sweatshirt- more accurately, Jimin’s sweatshirt that she happily offered up when Yoonji mentioned being a little cold. Because Jimin has no self-control and has never pretended to, and she cherishes when Yoonji sleeps over at her apartment and lets Jimin cuddle her in her bed and dress her up in her clothes and hold her hands- all things that would be normal things for friends to do if Jimin weren’t privately taking so much pleasure in picturing what it would be like to have Yoonji as her girlfriend instead and violating every bit of her trust in the process.
But it isn’t hurting her. Jimin would never, ever hurt her.
“Where’s all this coming from, unnie?” she asks gently, brushing the back of Yoonji’s hand with her thumb. “Did you sleep with Yijoon?”
She hesitates again before nodding, and when her eyes flutter open, they look moist. “And you didn’t like it?”
“No, it just… hurt the first time. Really bad. But he said that was normal, so I didn’t question it that much, I guess. I thought maybe it just doesn’t feel good the first time when you’re a girl.”
“That’s bullshit,” Jimin rolls her eyes, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she has the chance to filter them. “That’s just something guys say to trick girls into thinking they aren’t shit in bed. Penetrative sex isn’t supposed to hurt if you’re properly turned on, whether you’re a virgin or not. If it does hurt, it means he’s doing something wrong and just doesn’t care enough to put in the work to make you feel good.”
By the end of her short rant, Yoonji’s eyes are wide and her blush is back, and Jimin worries she said too much.
“R-Really? But I thought- because of your h-hymen and stuff, I thought-”
“It shouldn’t hurt when your hymen breaks unless you have a medical condition. It might feel weird, but it doesn’t hurt. If he told you that, he either doesn’t know what he’s talking about or he lied to you.”
Yoonji averts her gaze again as she seemingly considers what Jimin has said, and Jimin moves her leg closer to Yoonji’s underneath her duvet to slot their ankles together.
“So… if after the first time I still didn’t… l-like it… then that’s normal?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s normal, no. A common experience for women, maybe, but it isn’t a good thing. He shouldn’t be pressuring you to have sex with him if you don’t like it, Yoonji. That’s not okay.”
She’s quiet again. Thinking. Jimin lets her.
“But what if I just need to get used to it?”
Jimin sighs, and her patience shatters instantly.
“Unnie, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you need to face facts. Yijoon is extraordinarily mediocre. He’s got little to offer you, you barely have anything in common with him… and now you’re discovering that you don’t even like being intimate with him, but you’re still trying to convince yourself to stay with him? Why? Why are you so determined to be with him? What’s so special about him?”
She knows that she probably lets too much slip at the end there, but she’s- she’s mad. And jealous, though hopefully Yoonji won’t pick up on that part of it.
She shrugs. “I- I don’t know. He’s nice to me.”
“I’m nice to you too. By that logic you should date me instead.”
She doesn’t mean to blurt it out and as soon as the words leave her lips she panics, but Yoonji doesn’t get upset or squirrely or panicky. She giggles, soft and sweet, and shoves playfully at Jimin’s shoulder.
“Shut up.”
“I’m- I’m serious, unnie. A man being nice to you isn’t a reason to date him.”
Yoonji’s smile falls again and she makes rare eye contact with Jimin of her own volition, and Jimin can tell she’s working up the courage to say something again.
“I just- I just f-feel like… I never really like any guys enough to date them. So I thought… I should try. With Yijoon.”
Jimin’s heart is pounding away behind her ribs, but she tries her best to remain calm.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that… I don’t know. Ever since I was little, I don’t think I ever…really… l-liked boys. Like that,” she admits in a staccato whisper, face bright red and voice shaky. “I think guys are- are hot and stuff, and I thought I’d like having sex with a guy, but I was never able to… you know…. i-imagine getting married and having kids and all of that stuff. When I was younger, I never had crushes on- on boys."
Jimin’s body temperature rises so suddenly that she kicks the blanket off of one of her legs in a panic, knowing that her hand is sweaty against Yoonji’s. But she’s not willing to let go.
“So… why do you think that is, hm?”
“I- I don’t know…” Yoonji whispers softly, glancing very quickly up at Jimin before averting her eyes again. “I guess… I don’t know. I don’t know, I just- I just h-have been thinking about it and stuff, a-and I- I think I might… like girls, I guess. But I don’t know how to tell, because- because I can’t really picture what it would be like to be with a girl, either.”
This feels like a dream- one of countless Jimin has had over the years for the entire duration of their friendship. Awful trashy cliche porno dreams about Yoonji coming to her and saying “Jimin-ah, I’ve never kissed a girl before… I wanna know what it feels like, will you show me?"
Jimin doesn't realize that she hasn't said anything in response until Yoonji starts pulling her hand away, eyes filling up with tears once again.
"Do you- Do you think that's weird? I'm- I'm sorry, I just-"
"No!" Jimin nearly yells, tightening her grip on Yoonji's hand so that she can't pull away. "No, no, I- I'm just surprised. I don't think it's weird at all, unnie," she assures, but Yoonji still doesn't look too sure. Her lip is quivering. "I… I have a confession to make. I didn't tell you before because I was worried you would think I'm weird, I guess."
Partially true, though more honestly, Jimin was worried Yoonji wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping in her bed when she stays over anymore. "But I like girls, too."
Yoonji's eyes go wide in shock and her mouth drops open, and for the first time, Jimin doesn't pretend she isn't staring at her lips.
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, I like girls. A lot. Romantically and sexually."
Yoonji’s mouth closes again and her brow furrows in thought, and Jimin wonders what she's going to ask. Fear tingles unpleasantly up her spine as she considers the possibility that Yoonji will say what some of Jimin’s past friends have said when she came out to them- accuse her of creeping on them and being secretly in love with them and shit, freaking out over the fact that they've seen each other naked. All things that were never true or warranted in the past but would absolutely be justified for Yoonji to feel because… because Jimin has been perving on her for years now.
But she doesn't say any of that.
"How- How did you figure out that you like girls?"
Jimin has been at a lot of crossroads in her life, and she prides herself on usually taking the high road. Doing the right thing. She's a good person. She knows she is.
But she's also weak- weak to Yoonji specifically. Always has been.
So she says something she probably shouldn't say… no, something she knows she definitely shouldn't say the way she's going to say it. What she's going to imply. What she's going to suggest, because she's a sick sick pervert.
"By having sex with them."
Yoonji gasps and flinches, almost, and Jimin wants to devour her. Slither around her and squeeze her tight and unhinge her jaw to swallow her whole.
"You- You have? You've- You've-"
"Yeah. Lots of times."
"With… with who?"
"A few different people," Jimin admits, and Yoonji looks a bit scandalized but not more than she usually does when talking about sex. "Tae and I decided to experiment together a long time ago because we were both questioning our sexualities, so we figured it was best to do it with each other because we trust each other so much."
Jimin knows she's probably laying it on far too thick, but it seems to be working, because Yoonji is staring at her wide-eyed and enraptured.
"And… it didn't make things weird? I mean, you guys live together… it wasn't awkward after? Your- Your friendship didn't suffer?"
"Not at all. It made us closer, honestly."
Yoonji is quiet for a long moment, biting at her plump bottom lip with her little teeth until it turns from pink to red, which does nothing at all to help Jimin convince herself that what she's doing is a bad idea.
"So you… you think that's the best thing to do? To- To experiment?"
"I think it's different for everyone, but… that's what helped me. And knowing I had a close, trusted friend to try with made me feel a lot less scared."
She's breathing so fast. Maybe panicking, but more likely just overwhelmed, Jimin figures. She's quiet for a long moment before speaking again, glancing anxiously at Jimin every few seconds.
"But I don't- I don't- I don't h-have any friends who would do that for me."
Sick sick sick. The burning hunger that consumes Jimin’s entire body in an instant is proof enough of how sick she is.
"I'd do that for you. If that's what you wanted."
She shouldn't be doing this- she really shouldn't. Because Yoonji is vulnerable and confused and overwhelmed, and Jimin should talk her through it. She also has a boyfriend, and Jimin should respect that.
But she doesn't respect it at all. In fact, what she's tried her best to bury for months now ever since Yoonji started dating this fucking loser rears its ugly head again, and she feels a little entitled. Vindicated. Because she fucking knew all along, and she's also known that all she needs to do is show Yoonji how much happier Jimin could make her so she'll ditch her stupid mediocre boyfriend and let Jimin treat her the way she deserves to be treated.
She cups Yoonji's burning cheek, warm to the touch and so flushed that she looks drunk.
"Let me kiss you, unnie. Please?" She asks softly, moves in closer, breathes in the sweet fruity smell of Yoonji’s shampoo.
And she knows that Yoonji is confused and overwhelmed, she knows that she should give her time to think about it. But she doesn't want to, so as soon as she gives a nervous, hesitant nod, Jimin presses their lips together.
And it's heaven just like Jimin always knew it would be. She tastes like the honey chapstick she always has in her pocket, and she clutches to Jimin’s arms as she gives herself over to the younger woman as Jimin brushes her fingers through Yoonji’s hair before sliding her hand down to grip firmly at her hip.
And she sighs, all pretty and soft and pliant. Lets Jimin lick between her lips and opens her mouth wider to accommodate, fingers tightening around the sleeves of Jimin’s shirt as she whimpers against her tongue.
Jimin is in such a state of euphoria that she forgets that she's meant to be pretending this is all for Yoonji’s benefit, and she pulls away in a panic after she slots their thighs to grind her hips into the older girl's.
Yoonji lets out a noise somewhere between a cry and a moan, and heat creeps through Jimin’s veins and settles between her thighs at the sound of it.
She's a wreck already when Jimin looks at her again- hair a tousled mess, lips red and swollen, eyes glossy and unfocused. And if Jimin were really a good friend, she'd stop there. But she doesn't, because she isn't a good friend. She's a selfish creep.
"You're so pretty, unnie," she whispers so naturally, because she's said it a thousand times, but it feels wildly different right now. "Did you like it?"
She isn't sure that Yoonji heard her because she doesn't respond- she's gasping for air and her unfocused eyes are turned toward Jimin’s, though, and Jimin is weak. She's so, so weak. So weak that she kisses the older woman a second time because she feels like she'll go insane if she doesn't.
Kisses her deep and rough. Grabs Yoonji’s chin to pry her lips open wider to lick into her wet, warm little mouth, sliding their tongues together until she starts kissing back, sloppy and uncoordinated but enthusiastic all the same.
And her obvious lack of experience even with just kissing makes Jimin burn hotter, imagining how shy and hesitant Yoonji will be when Jimin teaches her how to make a woman feel good.
Such a sweet little girl, she loves making Jimin happy. Loves getting praised and told she's done a good job. Her brain regrettably conjures up the image of Yoonji between her legs with Jimin’s mess all over her face, gasping for air, asking her "Did- Did I do okay, Jiminie? Was that- was that good?"
But that's far less important right now than teaching her that sex does feel good when you're doing it right, and that's exactly what Jimin has decided to do without thinking all too hard about it. It's startlingly easy to convince herself it really is for Yoonji’s own good, and her hand slides along the older girl's hip to play at the waistband of her sleep shorts before she realizes what she's doing.
Yoonji’s hips twitch and she whimpers, pulling away from Jimin’s mouth again with a wet gasp. Jimin kisses down the side of her neck and dips her fingertips into the waistband of her panties, too.
"Do you want me to touch you, unnie? Want me to make you feel good since your boyfriend can't?"
It slips out without permission again, and to her immense shock, Yoonji nods. Nods and presses herself against Jimin’s body, desperately locks her leg with Jimin’s like she's afraid she'll float away.
"Pl-Please, please, I- please, J-Jiminie, please-"
"Please what? Say it," she demands, gets too cocky, knows she's probably one poorly timed prod away from Yoonji panicking and shutting down entirely. But she doesn't fucking care anymore. She's in a state of euphoria. She won already, she knows she did. Making Yoonji cum until she's shaking and weeping and begging Jimin to stop is really just a bonus, at this point. "Tell me what you want, baby. Say it."
She sniffles sweetly, voice wet and overwhelmed when she speaks again in a creaky squeaking whisper.
"Please, please- Jimin, please m-make me feel- feel good," she manages to stutter out, and that's all the consent Jimin needs to ease her guilt and whatever last ounce of hesitation she may have had over the ethical implications of what she's doing as she slides her hand into Yoonji’s underwear.
It also helps that she's so obviously aroused when Jimin starts gently trailing down further, sliding the tips of her fingers wetly around Yoonji’s labia.
"Does Yijoon ever use his fingers?" she asks softly, and Yoonji nods against the pillow, hot breaths puffing against Jimin’s face.
"S-Sometimes… I don't like it, though. It doesn't- doesn't feel good."
Jimin breaches the pillowy fat of Yoonji’s labia with the tip of her finger, just enough to gently feel around for her clit, brushing feather-light against it once she finds it. Yoonji still whimpers and jolts when she makes contact.
"When you touch yourself, do you use your hands?"
She hesitates before shaking her head, averting her gaze again in embarrassment.
"N-No, I usually just. Just. You know."
"I don't know, baby, tell me."
She turns to hide her face in the pillow and Jimin lets her, for now.
"Just. R-Rub. On stuff."
Jimin’s self-restraint goes flying out of the window and she pushes down on Yoonji's clit with enough force to make her yelp and squirm.
"You rub your little pussy on things to get off? What, like your mattress? Your pillows?"
Yoonji looks like she's going to cry. Jimin wants her to. Wants her with tears streaming down her cheeks. Wants to break her so she can build her back up and break her all over again.
"Y-Yes…"
"Your stuffed animals?"
Yoonji whines in embarrassment and turns away again and Jimin doesn't have patience for it this time, using her free hand to pull Yoonji’s chin up to look at her.
"Answer me."
"Sometimes….y-yeah…."
Jesus Christ. Jimin can feel her heart speed up as she pictures it- pictures Yoonji all desperate and weepy, rutting her hips into one of the dozens of stuffies she has on her bed…one of which is a big stuffed red panda that Jimin got her for last valentine's day. She'd slept with it in her bed for days before handing it off, sprayed it with her perfume. Wanted Yoonji to sleep with it and smell Jimin all around her and wake up smelling like her, even if the scent only lasted a few days.
"Do you ever use the one I got for you?"
Another moment of hesitation. She's pouting the way she always does when she feels like Jimin is poking fun at her.
And Jimin doesn't expect her to answer, not really. But she does because she's so sweet and so honest and so trusting and probably thinks Jimin is asking for some reason other than the sick thrill she gets when Yoonji shyly nods her head.
"It's- It feels good," she defends weakly, pout present in her tone. "The… The n-nose is- is kinda hard, so…it feels r-really nice."
Jimin shouldn't have asked, she really shouldn't have. Because the image of Yoonji kneeling on her bed and riding the face of the stuffy that Jimin gifted to her all desperate and graceless until she cums is too much for her to mentally or emotionally handle, and she needs to fucking behave.
Can't scare her off. She has to be smart about this, or else Yoonji will shut down. Keep grinding her pussy on her stuffed animals to get off for the rest of her life instead of riding Jimin’s face like she should be.
"Oh, sweetheart, that's- fuck, that's so cute," she says. Wants to follow it up with "I bet you don’t think about your fucking boyfriend while you’re doing it, do you?" But she doesn't. Not yet. Behave.
"Don't- Don't make fun of me…"
"I'm not making fun of you, baby doll. I mean it, you're just so cute I can barely take it."
She kisses the pout off of Yoonji’s lips partially to buy herself time to figure out how to go about this.
Obviously sex toys are off the table for now- though the mere thought of watching Yoonji’s little pussy stretch around one of her monster dildos is enough to drive her fucking insane.
If Yijoon fingers her and she doesn't like it, then Jimin is inclined to show her that it does feel good and that he's just shit in bed, but there's a possibility that if Yoonji only touches herself by humping her pillows like a horny little puppy, then she might be too sensitive for it. The way her hips twitch every time Jimin brushes against her clit is evidence enough of how sensitive she is.
So, of course, she should use her mouth. Make Yoonji cum on her tongue until she's a trembling crying whining mess.
Tae has told her a bunch of times that Jimin is the best head she's ever had. Asked Jimin to marry her once when she had her head between Tae’s thighs which had made her laugh so hard she had to stop. All of that is to say, she's pretty confident in her ability.
Besides, she's sure Yijoon has probably never given Yoonji head, and she'll take whatever small victories over him that she can get.
She trails her hand down to Yoonji’s clenching hole, which is absolutely leaking and making a mess of her underwear. She circles it with her fingertips and relishes in the wet gasp that it draws from the older girl, but she doesn’t dip her fingers inside like she wants to. Not yet. She’s freaked out about penetration. Don’t scare her off.
“You’re so wet, unnie.”
“I kn-know, I’m- I’m sorry.’
“Why would you be sorry about that?” Jimin asks, genuinely perplexed as she builds up the self-restraint to pull her hand out of Yoonji’s panties and urges her to lie down flat on her back. She doesn’t have enough restraint to stop herself from shoving her fingers into her mouth, though, and Yoonji stares up at her all starry-eyed as Jimin audibly moans at the taste of her arousal.
“I- I don’t know. Yijoon said he doesn’t want… to go down on me… because it’s too- too messy.”
“He’s an idiot,” Jimin states bluntly, hooking her fingers into the band of Yoonji’s shorts and underwear. “What straight guy doesn’t like wet pussy? He sounds unbelievably pornsick, unnie. It’s all about him, isn’t it?”
Yoonji looks overwhelmed and nervous, and Jimin forces herself to go slow as she starts pulling her shorts and underwear down her thin legs. She nods again, watching Jimin carefully as she exposes her cunt.
“Has he ever made you cum, baby doll? Even once?”
She hesitates again before shaking her head no, and Jimin leans down to peck her on the lips again.
“You deserve better than that, sweetheart- you deserve someone who wants to take care of you,” she assures, kissing Yoonji again as she runs her hands down her sides to tug her hoodie- Jimin’s hoodie- up onto her waist. “Let me take care of you.”
She doesn’t hesitate before nodding this time, enthusiastic and urgent and so ubelievably fucking adorable that Jimin is quite sure she won’t be able to let her go after this.
She wants to pull the hoodie all the way off and leave Yoonji bare underneath her, but she knows that she’s self-conscious about her body and that it might be too much too soon. She wants the older girl to be comfortable, wants this to be a purely positive experience for her.
What she can see of her body is gorgeous, though- she’s just as pale all over, and her little tummy looks so soft. She resists the urge to slide her hands up any further without asking first, though.
“Can I touch your chest, chagiya?”
She hesitates again before shaking her head no, and Jimin is disappointed, but she isn’t going to push. Maybe next time.
She knows Yoonji is self-conscious about her breasts. Every time they all go swimming together, she usually diligently covers herself up. Jimin had asked her why one time and had suggested she take her shirt off (mostly because she wanted to see Yoonji’s bikini top, admittedly), and she’d rolled her eyes and said “No thanks, I’m good. Not everyone is blessed the way that you are, Jimin.”
“I’m- I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, unnie,” Jimin tells her gently, and she looks embarrassed, but she nods in understanding. “Do you want to touch my chest?”
Her eyes move down to Jimin’s breasts before she glances back up at her, trying to press her thighs together likely in embarrassment, if Jimin had to guess. She doesn’t let her, though, and presses herself more firmly between Yoonji’s thighs, spreading them open wider with her own.
“You’d… You’d let me?”
“Of course, baby doll,” Jimin assures, grabbing Yoonji’s wrists to pull her hands away from where she has them resting shyly underneath her chin. She pulls her hands underneath her shirt and slides them up, and she gasps as she makes contact with Jimin’s breasts.
She’s so shy and hesitant about it, and her inexperience is startlingly sexy. This is definitely the first time she’s ever felt another woman up, and she’s so gentle about it as she squeezes the fat of Jimin’s tits in her hands. It almost makes up for the fact that Jimin didn’t get to take her virginity instead of that insufferable douche.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she assures, cupping Yoonji’s hands with her own to squeeze harder, until the fat of her breasts is pillowing between her fingers. “You can touch me, unnie, it’s okay.”
She looks dazed and lost and overwhelmed again, but her eyes are focused so intently on the movement of her hands underneath Jimin’s shirt that there’s no way she isn’t enjoying this. Another victorious little thrill zips up Jimin’s spine, and it races through her veins when Yoonji speaks again in another timid whisper.
“Could I- Could I s-see them?”
Jimin doesn’t hesitate for a moment before pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it across the room, leaving her in just the lacey white bralette she has on. Barely even a bra, really- leaves nothing to the imagination whatsoever- and Yoonji’s eyes go wide as she stares right at her own hands on Jimin’s breasts.
“Wow,” she whispers, and Jimin isn’t sure she was meant to hear it, but she can’t help giggling.
“Does it feel nice?”
She squeezes again on her own, harder this time, and Jimin gasps as her nipples start getting hard.
“Y-Yes, I- I like it.”
“I like it too, baby doll. Feels good,” she assures, watching Yoonji’s face carefully as she swipes her thumbs over Jimin’s nipples and makes her gasp.
“It does?”
“Mhm. My nipples are really sensitive.”
“M-Mine are too, but it- it just kind of hurts.”
“It hurts?”
“Yeah, when- when Yijoon touches me there he’s- he’s too rough.”
Jimin doesn’t tell her that she likes playing rough, too- that she’s fantasized plenty of times about biting at Yoonji’s nipples until they’re red and raw and the older girl is crying and begging her to stop.
They’ll get there eventually.
“Well, when you feel comfortable enough to let me touch you there, I promise I’ll be gentle.”
And Yoonji doesn’t challege it, doesn’t question it, doesn’t insist that this is only going to be a one time thing. She just nods, and another shiver of arousal racks Jimin’s body at her acquiescence.
She doesn’t have the patience to wait any longer, however much she might want to take her time. But since Yoonji has accepted that this is going to happen again, and again, and again… well, she’ll have plenty of opportunities to take her time in the future.
Jimin leans down to kiss her again, not bothering to start soft. She nips at Yoonji’s bottom lip and she yelps, and Jimin slides her tongue into her mouth as soon as it’s open.
She squeaks in the back of her throat and slides her hands from Jimin’s chest to her waist, fingers trembling and gentle as she holds on and lets Jimin kiss her breathless, until the older girl is gasping against her lips and barely kissing back anymore at all. Just lying there, mouth slack and body squirming, taking whatever Jimin gives to her. Because she’s a good girl, so sweet, so passive, so docile. Didn’t stand a chance from the moment Jimin met her, truthfully.
When she pulls away from the kiss, Yoonji is gasping wetly and moaning in the back of her throat, and she keeps squirming around on Jimin’s bed, all desperate and restless.
“J-Jimin, please- please, I- I need you, please.”
The power trip is instant, and Jimin doesn’t make an attempt to hide her smirk as she holds Yoonji by the chin and tilts her head to either side, admiring the flush on her cheeks with an unmatched sense of satisfaction.
“Do you ever get this worked up with your boyfriend?”
“N-No…”
“No, of course you don’t. Men have no fucking idea what women want,” Jimin tells her, and she nods in agreement like she already knows- like this is already better sex than she’s ever had with her boyfriend before Jimin even properly touches her. “I’ll fuck you better than your boyfriend ever could, unnie.”
“I w-want it,” she cries softly, “I want it, Jimin, please.”
“Shhh, don’t cry, baby doll. I’ll take care of you.”
It’s hard to abandon kissing her lips in favor of settling down between her legs, but as soon as she gets a good, up-close look at Yoonji’s cunt, nothing else matters.
For how thin she is, her pussy is rather pillowy- not quite as chubby as Jimin’s is but soft and fatty in the right places, all rosy pink with arousal already.
Her labia is glistening and wet, and when Jimin spreads her thighs open wide, she blossoms like a flower, all fleshy pink and pretty between her legs with her swollen little clit twitching at the top, desperate for the attention it’s never gotten.
“Fuck, your cunt is so pretty, baby. Can’t believe your boyfriend doesn’t want to live between your thighs,” she says, because she can’t stop thinking about him- can’t stop oscillating between burning jealousy and premature victory. “He has no fucking idea how lucky he is.”
She wants to leave marks. Wants to lick and bite at Yoonji’s thighs until they’re covered in bruises for Yijoon to see. Wants to suck hickeys in the shape of her initials into Yoonji’s thighs so he’ll know exactly who is going to steal his girlfriend away from him.
But she doesn’t. Not yet. Next time. Yoonji doesn’t need to know how little respect Jimin has for the sanctity of her relationship.
“Ever since we had sex, he- he makes me feel bad about myself sometimes,” she admits softly. “Like he doesn’t want to look at my body, or- or like he just wants to use me to get off.”
“That’s because men are pigs who take women for granted,” Jimin tells her, nuzzling Yoonji’s pubic hair with her nose before pressing a gentle kiss to her labia. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
As soon as her tongue makes contact with Yoonji’s clit, she jolts and gasps and fists her hands into Jimin’s bedsheets, and Jimin isn’t sure if it’s a good reaction or not at first. Doesn’t want to overstimulate her and ruin it. So she goes in more gently the second time, licking wetly over the little nub with the flat of her tongue, and Yoonji’s moan sounds surprised, almost, and it’s so fucking cute that Jimin feels her own clit twitch between her legs.
When she does it a second time, Yoonji’s thigh twitches and her hands move to Jimin’s head, wrapping loosely into her hair as she continues on with a third swipe of her tongue, then a fourth, then settles into her rhythm once Yoonji starts moaning softly, thighs already trembling on either side of her head.
“J-Jiminie,” she whines softly, already gasping for air. “F-Feels good, Jiminie.”
Somehow it’s better than Jimin imagined. She always pictured Yoonji as the quiet type in bed because she’s quiet in regular life- the opposite of Tae who is loud as shit in her daily life and a screamer in bed, too.
But she’s so vocal- not loud by any means but almost melodic, and Jimin quickly becomes entranced by the soft, sweet sounds falling from her lips as she quickly gets a feel for what the other girl likes, using her sweet little moans and her grip in Jimin’s hair as a guide.
She swipes her tongue down to lick at Yoonji’s hole and gathers up more of her wetness before smearing it over her clit with her tongue, and she lets out the loudest noise yet, clamping her thighs around Jimin’s head as she does.
And fuck, it’s so cute. It’s so fucking cute that she’s so sensitive, like she’s trying to run away from the feeling.
Jimin wraps her arms around Yoonji’s thighs to pull her legs open again and hold them that way, and she gasps and moans once Jimin starts rubbing her tongue against her little clit the same way she was kissing her earlier, rough and firm and deliberate, and her voice breaks and stutters as her thighs try and fail to clamp shut again.
“J-Jimin!” she cries out softly, almost like she’s crying- Jimin wonders if she is, but she must have her head thrown back against the pillows, because Jimin can’t see her face when she glances up. “Jimin, Jiminie, I’m- I f-feel like I’m- I’m g-gonna cum.”
And she isn’t sure what compels her to do it, because that’s what she wants, right? She wants to make Yoonji cum on her tongue and make her feel things she’s never felt before. But she also doesn’t want her fun to end so soon, so she stops the moment that the words leave Yoonji’s lips in favor of pressing gentle kisses over her clit instead.
“N-No!” she sobs softly, fingers tightening in Jimin’s hair as she tries to grind her hips up into Jimin’s face. “N-No, please, please- I’m- I’m so c-close!”
Jimin manages to ignore her, which is an incredible feat considering how sweet she sounds when she’s begging. Jimin decides she wants to listen to the sound of her soft, weepy little whines for the rest of her fucking life.
She goes on gently rubbing her lips over Yoonji’s clit, now twitching over and over with unsated arousal. Jimin can feel how desperate she is to cum and she knows she’s being cruel, but what can she say? It’s in her nature.
But once Yoonji starts properly crying, she decides to have some mercy on her and sucks gently on her clit, and her reaction is a much louder moan and a desperate twitch of her hips, and Jimin does it again a second time, harder, trapping Yoonji’s clit in the vaccuum of her lips before licking it over and over, sucking firmly all the while.
“Ah! Ah- J-Ji-Jimin, oh- oh! Oh, n-no, no,” she starts crying, openly sobbing now, thighs twitching desperately in Jimin’s hands as she tries to snap her legs closed. “I’m- I’m- it’s t-too much, Jimin, I’m- g-gonna p-pee myself! St-Stop!”
Searing hot arousal is racing through every one of Jimin’s veins and she moans against Yoonji’s cunt, refusing to stop, easily thwarting her attempts to twist her hips out of her grip. She can feel the older girl’s cunt clenching and twitching desperately as she gets closer to coming, and when she finally breaks, she’s shaking so bad that she almost succeeds in getting Jimin to unlatch from her cunt.
“I’m- I’m c-coming, I’m c-coming,” she cries, all weepy and tearful and beautiful, and she devolves into a lilting melody of cries and moans as she shakes in Jimin’s arms, clit twitching helplessly against her tongue as she comes apart, clutching desperately onto Jimin’s hair all the while.
“J-Jimin, sto-stop, ‘m g-gonna pee, stop, stop!”
But it’s useless, really, because she couldn’t stop if she tried. It would be fucking criminal not to keep going, to take her through it- to make her squirt the first time that Jimin eats her pussy, even if she thinks she’s going to piss herself.
She’s getting louder, now, almost shouting as she’s very obviously pushed over the edge into overstimulation. Still, she cums again, and Jimin can feel her muscles lock up around her and squeeze tight.
“Jimin! Ji-Jimin,” she sobs incoherently, devolving into a puddle of trembles and whimpers as warmth bursts out of her and into Jimin’s mouth, down her chin, all over her tits.
It’s utterly pornographic- better than anything Jimin’s imagination ever could have conjured up, and she doesn’t want to stop. Wants to keep going, wants to make her cum until she passes out. Wants to live between her legs for the rest of her fucking life.
But then she’s snapped out of it by Yoonji’s soft, weepy voice telling her that “It- it h-hurts, ‘minie, it hurts!”
She finally stops- relinquishes Yoonji’s poor little clit, all red and swollen from the abuse. She presses another little kiss to her labia before letting go of her legs, and the older girl instantly collapses onto the bed, shaking like a leaf and crying softly, hair a wreck, tears all over her cheeks. The most beautiful sight Jimin has ever laid eyes on.
She wants to be cocky- wants to ask Yoonji again if she liked it, if it felt good, if she was better than her boyfriend. But she abandons all of that in favor of lying on top of her to kiss her again, smearing Yoonji’s own mess all over her face and her lips and licking it into her mouth.
She’s too far gone to kiss back- too out of it. So limp and pliant underneath her, like she’s given up, finally. Which is what Jimin now realizes is what she’s been waiting for all of this time- for Yoonji to give up and give in and realize that Jimin is the only option she ever really had from the start. Jimin knew from the moment they met that she’d have Yoonji eventually. She’d have her no matter what.
And she finally won. This is victory. All of her hard work has finally paid off, and as the reality of her situation hits her full force, she feels desperation rush through her, too, and she slips her hand down into her shorts.
She’s fucking soaked, too- wonders briefly if she should offer to show Yoonji her cunt, let her feel how wet she is from making her cum. But that’s probably too much, she thinks. That can wait. Next time.
She fucks her fingers into her cunt before sliding them slickly over her clit, and she’s already so worked up that she knows it won’t take much. She pulls away from Yoonji’s lips to look down at her again, at how wrecked she looks, all dissheveld and disoriented and naked from the waist down in nothing but Jimin’s hoodie as she lies in Jimin’s bed, the way she should always be.
“Did you like it, unnie?” she asks, and Yoonji nods with great effort, head lolling uselessly around on Jimin’s pillow. She looks so sleepy, so sweet. Jimin’s cunt clenches down and her hips twitch into her own hand as she realizes that she’s the first person who has ever made Yoonji feel like this- worn out and tired and sated.
“Tell me, baby doll- tell me how much you liked my mouth on your cunt.”
“F-Felt so good,” she says softly, shyly, averting her gaze as she says it. “Never- Never felt that good before.”
Jimin uses her other hand to pull Yoonji’s chin up and forces her to make eye contact, and she looks so embarrassed, so bashful. Like she didn’t just squirt all over Jimin’s bed like a porn star.
“I’m gonna cum too, unnie,” she gasps, speeding up the motion of her wrist as her clit starts twitching, “All because of you, baby doll- because you’re so pretty, baby, and I love making you feel good. Want to make you feel like that all the time.”
Her eyes flick down to watch Jimin’s hand moving in her shorts and she looks enraptured, breath quick and hands twitching.
“I… I w-want that, too.”
“Yeah? You want me to make you feel like that whenever you want, sweetheart?”
“Please, yes, please, Jimin-”
“Then you have to break up with your fucking boyfriend, Yoonji,” she says, much harsher than she means to, but she’s snapped. Whatever was allowing her to have restraint before is nowhere to be seen, and it’s dwindling by the second as heat builds in her pelvis. “You have to get rid of him.”
And she isn’t sure exactly what she expected Yoonji’s reaction to be, but she knows that it wasn’t for her to nod immediately, before Jimin even finishes speaking. An urgent, enthusiastic nod with her wide, starry eyes turned up to look at Jimin like she’s the center of her world.
“O-Okay, I will. I’ll… I’ll break up with Yijoon for you.”
For you.
For you. It’s the worst thing Yoonji could have said because Jimin is so much sicker than she realized before, and all Yoonji has done is feed the monster inside of her with those two words.
The monster that Jimin thought would be sated once she finally got what she wanted, but if anything, she feels it grow larger- too big for her body. It tries to escape through her skin as she writhes and comes apart at the seams.
“You’re mine, Yoonji- you’re- you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m- I’m yours.”