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hendery
is that a jaemin i spot in the wild? omg bitch
you look hot!!
love the hair!!
Jaemin rolled her eyes. She wanted to be mad at Hendery, but he knew her well enough to compliment her right after a passive aggressive comment and pacify her. She thought she looked hot too, even if the outfit hadn't been her choice. Nothing had been her choice, really. Earlier, in very Jisung fashion, her friend bursted into her room announcing they would be going out, no questions asked.
"Nu-uh. No way. I just started the new Penthouse episode," Jaemin said. She had settled for the night already!
"We are going. You told Jeno you would," Jisung pleaded. Jaemin shook her head.
"I said no such thing. Plus the cake in our fridge is proof I already celebrated with her, isn't that enough? I think it is." She knew what was coming next. Jaemin had Jisung's number down a tee. The fake tears, the pout — they'd been there before.
"You can't let me go alone, Nana. You know I'm scared of getting out this late by myself."
"Then get in here," Jaemin patted the space next to her over the covers. "Problem solved."
"But. Jeno..."
Ah, Jaemin thought, so that's what this is about. Of course Jisung wouldn't suddenly develop a partying wish if not for the massive crush she had on Jeno. The three of them were homebodies, but Jeno had recently discovered her sex appeal and was out and about more than ever before ever since. Jisung was just collateral damage, unfortunately. Jaemin was resolute in staying out of it, because, well. Because Jeno was a slut.
Something Jaemin didn't condone at all. Admired, even. In fact, she was a little jealous of Jeno's commitment to getting some. But Jisung, bless her heart. Jeno would fuck every single one of her friends before she touched Jisung. Jaemin had already seen some of that, albeit not intentionally.
She would never expect to drop by their former TA's office in broad daylight to find Jeno bent over his table getting fucked without an inch of her life. Doyoung was very hot, so she totally got the appeal, but still. The second time was totally her fault, Jaemin could admit, because pick locking to break into Jeno's suite to use her bathroom in the middle of a party was very much asking to see some shit she shouldn't. At first, drunk out of her mind, she didn't even notice Jeno on the bed, face deep into Chenle's pussy and, honestly, neither did they. She's still not sure if they did notice her at all.
(Another reason Jaemin wouldn't touch the subject of Jisung's infatuation with a ten foot pole: there was absolutely no way in hell Chenle told her best friend about that. Jaemin refused to be the one to do it. Did that make her a bad friend? Probably. Debatable.)
Jaemin would be signing up for another night seeing Jisung trail behind Jeno, charm turned on to a hundred, only to come back home with those sad sighs and sad eyes. Jaemin pursed her lips. Jisung smiled, knowing she won.
Jisung went through her clothes and shoved a high waisted jeans Jaemin didn't even remember she owned, a loose fitted shirt and the most efficient push-up bra known to womankind her way. She tied her white blond long hair in a super high ponytail, and put on makeup that managed to make Jaemin look like she actually put any effort into looking good. Jisung had always liked playing with dolls.
"I shouldn't have made you look this good. Some dude will drag you away and I'll be alone regardless," Jisung said, worrying her lip. The pink lipstick wouldn't last until they got to the club.
Jaemin tsked, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror. "Don't worry, Ji. Not in the mood for dudes."
And that's how Jaemin found herself in a club, flailing her arms trying to get the attention of a bartender to make her a drink that didn't taste like something that came straight out of one of the beakers in her lab. Despite the message, she hadn't seen Hendery anywhere, or any of their common friends for that matter, and without them as a plan B she was stuck with Jisung and Jeno. Which wasn't bad, per se. But.
Well, unless she found another way to entertain herself, which was why she needed some alcohol in her system. She was about to give up entirely when someone touched her arm.
"Here," the person said. "I saw you struggling in this corner, which they never pay attention to, by the way, you should always try on the other side, these dudes always flocker in that direction because it has a better view of the dancers- so, I saw you and got you a drink."
Jaemin wasn't dumb enough to accept a drink from a stranger like that, but they weren't actually strangers. She had talked to Renjun maybe three times before in her life, but Jeno adored the girl to death, and Jaemin was frustrated, so she took the drink.
"Thanks. It looks very… pink."
"Yeah, sorry, I like sweet stuff," Renjun shrugged.
"Oh, no, I love it! Sweet stuff, I mean." Internally, Jaemin grimaced. It sounded like a terrible pick-up line, and it really wasn't. Thankfully, Renjun laughed it off.
"Ok, good then. Good luck, Jaemin!" She said as she sauntered away.
Seeing Renjun made the light bulb on top of Jaemin's head light up. Because Renjun, cute, petite Renjun, was never alone. No, wherever Renjun went, Donghyuck was never too far behind, being the very opposite of Renjun — all curves and loud laughs — and waking up the horny demon that inhabited Jaemin's body. Maybe nothing had been Jaemin's choice tonight, but she still had the rest of it to make her own.
___
Donghyuck was someone Jaemin oscillated between wanting to ride her face and smother with a pillow. They were not friends — acquaintances at best. It just... never happened. They shared multiple friends, but never managed to hit it off for multiple reasons, and Jaemin could easily list them since she spent so much time thinking about it.
Donghyuck had endless energy, whereas Jaemin had a very limited amount she reserved for cheer (and even then, she was only base and the team wasn't competing regularly, so less than one would imagine), Donghyuck talked a lot of shit, Donghyuck was too sharp, too quick witted, and too much.
The few times they interacted, she complimented Jaemin by saying she looked like she put very little effort in her appearance, which was true, but still. ‘You pull off the effortless look well,’ she had said. Another time she called Jaemin a bitch to her face. ‘Not all of us can be bitches like you,’ Donghyuck threw her way when Jaemin questioned why on earth the basketball team was occupying the cheer squad side of the gymnasium and Jaemin had to kick them out.
Donghyuck then proceeded to push her tits out and throw her hair over her shoulder, apologizing to their captain. Jaemin wanted to explode, but Donghyuck disarmed everyone with a smile and compliments, even if the ones reserved for Jaemin were backhanded as fuck.
She created mess for sport, flirted with everyone, and had a distaste for bras like they had personally victimized her. That last bit wasn't — shouldn't be — as important as the rest, but Jaemin wanted to bang her head against a wall every time she randomly saw Donghyuck bouncing around campus because boobs so perfect shouldn't be allowed. They were round and perky and full and looked like they were just big enough not to fit in Jaemin's hands. Jaemin had big hands.
Jaemin had had plenty of time to wonder about that and more, since they went to the gym around the same time. She had seen Donghyuck in multiple stages of exertion and wondered if that's how she looked like in bed. If the flush in her cheeks, the heavy breathing and brown skin glistening with sweat — if after a good fuck Donghyuck would look just as heavenly. Jeno had also dragged Jaemin to some of the university's volleyball team matches and Donghyuck, the team's libero, was the only thing Jaemin could look at for the very same reasons aforementioned.
(That uniform should be illegal. Jaemin felt like the biggest of pervs but, my god, those shorts were created with the sole purpose of making Jaemin want to die under Donghyuck's ass.)
With that much training, it wasn't hard for Jaemin to track Donghyuck on the dance floor. Looking over the mass of bodies, she found her — Donghyuck's wavy brown hair, cute bangs hiding her eyes, hands around some dude's neck, and laughing with abandon about whatever he was saying in her ear.
"I'll be right back!" She screamed in Jisung's direction. Jisung waved her away.
Making her way through the crowd and getting closer, Jaemin recognized the guy. Mark was Renjun's boyfriend, so it shouldn't be hard to disentangle him from Donghyuck's arms. Jaemin wouldn't have minded getting in the middle — Mark was hot, sue her —, but she figured letting her best friend grind on her boyfriend was where Renjun drew the line.
Mark saw her and waved. Jaemin smiled sweetly and, somehow, he got the message. He whispered in Donghyuck's ear again and she turned to look at Jaemin, surprise flashing on her face before giving way to a lazy grin.
"Na Jaemin, fancy seeing you here," she said, facing her now, head crooked to the side and doing nothing to hide the once over she was giving Jaemin. Good.
Jaemin wanted one time, at least one time, with Donghyuck as a possible crush. Just a hot girl that she wanted to fuck, and not the regular menace Jaemin knew her to be. She wanted Donghyuck, always had, and never felt like she actually could want that. Jaemin had very little to lose.
"Dance with me." Jaemin offered her hand. Donghyuck took it with a blinding smile.
Like she did anything else, Donghyuck danced with intensity. She was wearing a ridiculous excuse of a crop top, a flimsy low cut thing held together by two buttons in the front and wishful thinking alone, giving Jaemin no choice but to stare, and a plaid mini skirt that did its best to remain in place with all the grinding. Her makeup was all soft browns and golden, making her look like a fairy. A sexy fairy. Stunning.
It was fun. Donghyuck was sexy, and fun, and dancing with her, bodies flushed together, legs tangled while pressing on each other, was the most fun Jaemin had had in forever. Donghyuck's body was toned, but still soft, and she placed Jaemin's hand on her ass, giving permission for her to take advantage of it. Jaemin squeezed, and kneaded at the flesh, traced the curve of her waist. Donghyuck did very much the same, only with less hesitance. She licked Jaemin's neck, making her shudder. Donghyuck didn't seem to care about anything outside the fog of horniness they had gotten into — like the rest of the club.
Jaemin travelled the hands that were resting on Donghyuck's waist up, the tip of her fingers going under the shirt. Jaemin was so, so close to her personal definition heaven. A few millimeters and her thumbs grazed under Donghyuck's breasts once, twice, more intentionally, and, hadn't she been paying attention, she would've missed the way Donghyuck whimpered quietly. Her right hand went up and pressed on Donghyuck's nipple, earning her a low moan. She did it again, harder.
Donghyuck yanked at Jaemin's ponytail and kissed her. Hard.
Jaemin completely forgot they were in the middle of dozens of other people, with how Donghyuck sucked at her tongue and pressed her thigh to Jaemin's pussy. She gasped, and that urged Donghyuck on, pulling Jaemin harder by her neck, biting at her bottom lip. Jaemin loved the sting.
She pulled Donghyuck closer, as if that were even possible, and got her hands right at the hem of her skirt. Like the shirt, she didn't need much effort getting under the fabric. Jaemin was playing with the lace of Donghyuck's panties, dangerously close to where she actually wanted to get her fingers on, when Donghyuck pulled away. Jaemin whined.
"Not here."
Donghyuck took her hand and made her way through the crowd, taking her to a staircase Jaemin didn't know existed — but then again, Jaemin knew very little about clubs in general, much less this one — and got them into a small room on the upper floor.
"How did you even know this place existed?" Jaemin wondered out loud, a little in awe. It was small, but it looked like an out of service VIP booth, one of the walls being simply a big window to the dancefloor.
Donghyuck shrugged in response. "I know things," she said, walking to the glass wall. She bent to lean on the railing and — Jaemin loved that view. How could she not?
She trailed after Donghyuck, hands gravitating towards her ass again. Jaemin pushed the skirt up, palming Donghyuck's cheeks, now full on display. The little light they had was from the dancefloor, but her silhouette contrasting with the background made a breathtaking picture. Jaemin wished she had a camera on her.
"Are you just going to look?"
"Shut up, let me just- admire you, alright?" Donghyuck giggled, and Jaemin bit her left cheek for her to stop. "Can people see us from down there?"
"If they know where to look, sure," she answered. "More me than you. My face, I guess."
"You can give them a show, then."
Donghyuck turned a little, a challenge in her eyes. "Whenever you decide to do something about it, sure."
It would hurt later, but it would be worth it, so Jaemin got on her knees behind Donghyuck and dragged her panties down. Donghyuck was so pretty. Jaemin wanted to taste her so bad she was salivating. So she did. She gave a slow lick, from her clit and upwards, drinking up what was already leaking. She used Donghyuck's thighs to hold her in place, opened her up a little more so she could eat her deeper, and finally — finally — Donghyuck moaned with her full voice.
Jaemin thrusted her tongue into her pussy, feeling Donghyuck's taste in her taste buds and was already becoming addicted — to her taste, her moans, to forcing her legs open and eating her from behind like this. And Donghyuck was so responsive. Her moans were loud enough to be heard over the music, and she pushed her ass back, as if trying to ride Jaemin's face and, well. A woman could get used to that.
She was positive her face was already a mess, because Donghyuck got ridiculously wet fast, dripping all over it. Jaemin buried her nose in her folds and sucked Donghyuck's clit until her legs were shaking so much that Jaemin was having a hard time keeping her in place.
"Why'd you stop?" Donghyuck whined and wiggled her ass. Jaemin got up and slapped it. It jiggled and, God, Jaemin could cry. She turned Donghyuck around and kissed her. Donghyuck offered no resistance.
"You taste good," Jaemin said, between kisses. Donghyuck hummed. She started licking Jaemin's face.
"Hm, I agree," she replied, still licking and kissing. Jaemin felt a little dizzy. "You know, now they are seeing my ass down there instead of my face."
"Lucky them."
"Could be you, but you stopped," she complained, no bite in her tone.
"Wanted to eat you properly. And my knees were killing me."
"Old lady," she sighed as Jaemin made her way down. Jaemin kissed her neck, licked over her collarbones, opened those goddamned buttons and almost forgot she was going somewhere else.
Jaemin took a deep breath. She needed to calm down, which was simply not possible, not with Donghyuck's nails pressing on her nape, not with Donghyuck forcing her closer. Jaemin dragged her lips, leaving behind a trail of spit, sucking lightly and then not lightly at all, hoping to see Donghyuck's smooth skin bruise red. She sucked on her left nipple, squeezed her other breast with her other hand, and felt herself getting high on Donghyuck's whines. She pulled back, still sucking, but letting go slowly, grazing her teeth on Donghyuck's nipple. Donghyuck hissed.
"Do that again," she asked, and Jaemin obliged, moving to her other breast.
If given the chance, Jaemin would spend much, much more time worshipping Donghyuck's boobs, but she had a goal. (Maybe, possibly, she'd have another chance in the future to just. Squish her cheeks to Donghyuck's glorious boobs. If there was a God.) She continued her path downwards, making way with her tongue. But, even though Donghyuck's pussy was definitely worth it, she eyed a box in the corner that she could sit on and brought it her way with her feet, leaving Donghyuck for a moment. Donghyuck hunched her skirt, and then Jaemin was at eye level with the prettiest pussy, again. Still glistening, still delectable.
Donghyuck leaned back, supporting her weight on the rail and opening herself more for Jaemin and, heaven. Jaemin opened Donghyuck's lips and brought her closer, licking slowly, but applying pressure.
"Jaemin… Na, if you don't-" she started, but stopped once Jaemin sucked hard on her clit.
"If I don't?"
"Just." Jaemin sucked again. "Don't fucking stop."
So Jaemin didn't. She sucked Donghyuck's clit with a steady pace once she found the one that made Donghyuck moan the loudest and trash away, the one that made her legs tremble and her hands roam Jaemin's shoulder, neck, ears, pulling her closer and pushing away at the same time. Cum was dripping down her chin, and Donghyuck's scent was even stronger than before, but Donghyuck sounded more and more pained, so there was no way Jaemin would stop.
"Na, can you- ah, yes. Oh, fuck." Jaemin hummed and looked at her, silently asking what she wanted. "Fingers. Give me."
Thanking the heavens Jaemin had cut her nails short for practice, Jaemin did what Donghyuck asked. Without stopping sucking on her clit, Jaemin maneuvered herself between Donghyuck's leg so she could do what Donghyuck asked. When she put her middle finger in, Donghyuck gave a full body shiver. She was so wet it was easy to give her another one, strokes matching the rhythm of the sucking but harder, deeper, and that was enough to make Donghyuck come.
Jaemin stopped sucking after a while but didn't stop fucking her with her fingers, watching Donghyuck loose herself to the high of her orgasm. It was a vision. She looked ravished, with her shirt open and boobs vibrating along with the shakes of her body, one hand gripping the rail and another searching for Jaemin's hair. Her skin glowed with the colorful lighting of the club and Jaemin wanted to tattoo the image of her with her head thrown back, completely glazed eyes, and shiny lips parted on her brain.
The hand that was searching for Jaemin held her wrist.
"Please, stop, please," she begged, and Donghyuck begging was yet another thing Jaemin would like to witness again.
Cum was dripping down to Jaemin's palm, and she started to lick her hands clean. Donghyuck pulled her up to kiss her. It was a lazy kiss, slow like none of the others had been, and Donghyuck seemed like she wanted to keep going like that for the rest of the night. She looked almost sedated post orgasm, not in full control of her body. Jaemin was holding her close, circling her waist, and Donghyuck was content giving small kisses all over Jaemin's face, arms over Jaemin's shoulder.
"Do you always get this clingy after you come?"
"Only when I drink."
"And when you don't?"
"You'll see, Na."
___
Only Jaemin did not, in fact, see. Two weeks passed with no sight of Donghyuck, but that was probably Jaemin's own fault. She accidentally ruined part of an experiment she'd been working on for weeks and started pulling all the extra hours she could in the lab. No partying, no regular gym time, nothing but lab and mandatory cheer practice. She was tired, she was annoyed, and she was horny. Two weeks without seeing Donghyuck wouldn't even have registered normally, not even a blip on her radar if not for giving head at a club and the moans that'd been echoing inside her head — now she was irritable, restless, and impossibly horny.
Besides, Jaemin was frustrated ever since that night because, unlike Donghyuck, she hadn't gotten off. They had to go back to their friends to give proof of life after Jisung noticed her absence and started blowing up her phone, and soon after went home, not even saying goodbye, Jaemin busy with a tipsy Jisung and an absolutely shitfaced Jeno, and Donghyuck with- she hadn't had time to know where Donghyuck went. That night Jaemin came courtesy of her portable Satisfyer, but it just hadn't felt enough. She slept like the dead, but the perpetual state of horniness had long settled.
She wanted Donghyuck's hand and tongue on her — inside her —, and her toy, efficient as it was, wasn't cutting it. Jaemin needed to be fucked properly. Thoroughly. She wanted her brain empty of all thoughts not-Donghyuck. Even Jisung had sensed her energy, and although she loved her friend to death, Jisung wasn't the most perceptive when it came to, well, anything. Things were dire.
"You should call Jaehyun," she suggested one night after dinner.
Jaemin raised an eyebrow at that. "What for?"
"Isn't this about sex? I mean, I can feel all this repressed sexual energy. Call one of your fuck buddies, Nana. You've been weird and I don't like it." To which Jaemin could only sigh in response.
She wouldn't call Jaehyun — couldn't, actually, because Jaehyun was taken and very happy about it (so was Jaemin, Jaehyun deserved a nice girl), but Jisung had no way of knowing that given how little Jaemin talked about her former fuck buddies. For a moment there Jaemin considered looking for someone else, but she'd end up comparing the poor girl to Donghyuck. There was one solution to her problem, and one she was too busy to go after.
In the end, she didn't have to. It was a Thursday night, and Jaemin was laying face down on her bed when Jisung showed up at her door with a crease between her brows, eyes assessing but confused, to announce Jaemin had a visitor.
Jaemin snorted. "Tell Jeno I'm busy and she can eat whatever from my stash."
"You're not busy," Jisung correctly pointed out. Jaemin hadn't moved in forty minutes. Her left arm was numb, even. "And it's not Jeno."
"Then who is it?" She asked, voice muffled by her pillow.
Jisung had already walked away. Jaemin sighed. She was going to have her first day off in weeks and all she wanted was to laze around since she didn't need to get anything done for the next day. Certainly not entertain someone who showed up unannounced. She had just taken a shower, put on the first gigantic t-shirt she found and face planted herself on the mattress, no plans of getting up again.
But she dragged her feet to the living room to find her visitor — Donghyuck, leaning on her kitchen counter looking like she came out of Jaemin's dream. She meant that literally, because even the outfit, a pearl acqua spaghetti dress dwarfed under an oversized jean jacket, resembled one she wore on Jaemin's Monday dream, only a slightly different color. Tuesday's dream involved lingerie, and Wednesday featured swimwear because they were on a Caribbean island. Donghyuck's skin on that one looked like liquid gold.
"Hi."
Jaemin slow blinked. It really was Donghyuck. "Hi?"
"Are you ok? Were you asleep already?" Donghyuck asked, bright expression dimming after Jaemin's unresponsiveness.
"No, I'm just. Confused? I didn't even know you knew where I live."
"I didn't, but I asked Renjun who asked Jeno, so..." And Jeno gave her no warning, good to know. "I never got your number."
"You could've gotten that from Jeno instead."
"I could, but I didn't, and now I'm here and I want to borrow you for the night. Unless you're busy. Then I'll go."
"She's not busy!" Jisung screamed all the way from her room. Jaemin pinched the bridge of her nose. Donghyuck giggled, like Jaemin's despair and Jisung's nosiness was something to laugh about.
"So? Will you come?" She sounded hopeful, even. What the fuck was happening? Maybe Jaemin accidently fell asleep, yes, and this was the Thursday dream.
"I don't know, will I?" Jaemin asked, arching a brow. Donghyuck licked her lips.
"She'll go!" Jisung pinched in again, completely ruining the mood Jaemin was trying to go for. It couldn't be a dream because Jisung would never be in it.
Donghyuck's amused expression was the only thing between Jaemin and Jisung's slow death. "I'm going to change."
"And maybe grab an overnight bag."
"Maybe?"
"Go, Na," Donghyuck huffed, dropping herself on their small couch. "I'll wait."
___
Donghyuck lived fifteen minutes away, off campus, in a house that looked way too big for a single girl. Jaemin was still a little stunned on the way over, getting into Donghyuck's cherry red Wrangler — certainly a choice —, still processing her apparition and subsequent invitation. Or summon. Jaemin felt like Donghyuck would've gotten her way even if Jaemin had shown some resistance. Either way, the car ride to her place had been peaceful, and that may or may not have been a result of Jaemin's slight state of shock.
"I thought you lived with your friends," Jaemin said as she parked.
"Nope." Donghyuck grabbed Jaemin's overnight bag — she was going to spend the night! With Donghyuck! — and left the car. Jaemin could do nothing but follow. "My family used to live here, but my parents moved away to be closer to my grandma and me and my brother stayed. But then he moved away last year to go to grad school and now it's only me most of the time."
"That's nice. It's a lot of..." Jaemin looked around. It looked like a family home, still. Pictures on the walls, nice furniture, although clearly not all that used to occupy the place before, and so much... "Space."
"A bitch to clean, that's what it is."
"You never thought about renting a room?"
"First of all, Johnny would flip." Jaemin had a vague recollection of Johnny. A hazy memory from when she first met Jaehyun. She remembers they used to be friends, at least. "He's not tidy or clean, but he hates people touching his things and I'd have to rearrange the whole house. I live alone but he still pays half the bills."
Well, that explained it.
"But second, I don't like to share."
"Really?" Donghyuck was so out there, such a fucking social butterfly,
"Yeah. Never shared my Barbies, my books, my girlfriends. Not going to share my house."
Jaemin didn’t really know what to say to that. Instead of heading to the bedroom, she dropped Jaemin’s bag on the couch and went to the kitchen.
“So, what do you want for dinner?”
___
Her body was still spasming a little from the orgasm Donghyuck fucked out of her with her tongue, and she felt Donhyuck's hands everywhere, squeezing her waist, her boobs, going down again, while she murmured how heavenly Jaemin sounded, how delicious Jaemin tasted. Donghyuck kissed her and she could taste herself, too. The kisses were lazy, slow paced, and Donghyuck kept moving to her neck, nipping her earlobe, making Jaemin shiver. Donghyuck's hands got more urgent. Jaemin felt Donghyuck rubbing herself on her side, hot breath on her ear.
"I want to fuck you with my cock," she murmured. Donghyuck pinched her nipple and Jaemin gasped.
"Too bad you don't have one."
"I bought it, therefore," Donghyuck answered while pecking her face, "mine."
Jaemin circled her waist, flushing their bodies together. "Of course you have a strap just lying around."
"You don't? You should." Donghyuck supported herself over Donghyuck with her arms, getting up after a quick kiss. "And it's not lying around, I'm careful with my toys."
She wasn’t lying. The thing was stored in her closet, inside a satin bag — Jaemin caught a glimpse of other toys, and she was curious — and it fitted Donghyuck. As a person, that is. The harness was red with pink details, even a pink bow on the back, and it circled her waist and thighs right under her ass. Jaemin watched Donghyuck put it on, fascinated with how much fucking hotter a person could become, how much she wanted to climb Donghyuck, even if she was shorter than Jaemin, and fuck her right there.
The dildo itself was not a true copy of a real dick, smooth instead, but it did curve slightly, and it was thick enough for Jaemin to know she would feel it later. She always liked it bigger. It was perfect.
“Hand and knees, Na,” Donghyuck ordered getting on the bed, lube in hand.
Jaemin was burning up. She felt insane. Donghyuck came behind her, hands moving up and down her spine — wasn’t sure if that was meant to soothe or aggravate her. Her fingertips caressed her waist, the dimples in her lower back.
“Hyuck...”
“Hm? You want something?” Donghyuck planted her left hand on Jaemin’s hip bone and used her right to play with Jaemin’s pussy.
“Fuck me,” Jaemin asked, voice hoarse. Donghyuck pushed a finger in, as if testing Jaemin.
“I am fucking you.” Mouthy bitch.
Jaemin knew what she wanted. “With your cock, Hyuck. I want you to fuck me with-”
Donghyuck pulled Jaemin onto the plastic dick, no warning. Jaemin felt so full, stretched. But Donghyuck wasn’t moving. She calmed down, noticing how hard she was tugging at the sheets, breathing through her nose, getting used to the feeling of the thick dildo inside her. It was always like this at first.
“You ok?” Donghyuck asked, leaning foward.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s fine,” she breathed out. “You can move.”
She started slow. Jaemin hadn’t expected that, given how brazen Donghyuck had been before, but it felt nice. More than nice. She felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body, brain melt with each you are so fucking hot, Jaemin, so good Donghyuck whispered. Jaemin reached behind her, grabbing the harness and pulling Donghyuck.
“Harder, please-” With both hands holding Jaemin’s hip, Donghyuck thrust harder. It went so deep, so good, so- “Fuck, yes, that-” Jaemin said, not very coherently. She couldn’t think.
She was being loud, as Donghyuck did it faster and more forcefully, but she was beyond caring. Along with the drag of the cock thrusting into her, she felt Donghyuck’s skin, hot and slick with sweat. She felt Donghyuck’s nipples brushing her back, and it made her tremble. Jaemin wanted to fuse herself with Donghyuck, having her plastered on her back wasn’t enough. Her eyes were closed and she was all sensation, all feeling. Donghyuck bit her and she whimpered.
"Na, honey," Donghyuck purred from behind her, condescending. "I live alone but I still have neighbors."
And Jaemin would've answered if not for the hard stroke that came after. She went forward on the bed, and her arms felt like giving out. Donghyuck backed away, skirting her hand over her spine and up, until she reached her nape. Jaemin felt Donghyuck's nails on her scalp, felt it in her whole body. She snatched Jaemin's hair to pull her up.
"Is it too much for you already?" Jaemin could hear the smile, could sense how Donghyuck was enjoying mocking her. "It's just a little dick, Na, can't even take that."
Jaemin wanted to slap her, but also, not. Donghyuck pulled her hair harder, fucked her faster, and Jaemin didn't have a chance to do anything but moan. It sounded so desperate, like it was coming from someone else, and Jaemin couldn't for the life of her remember the last time someone made her break like this.
When she came, Donghyuck released her hair, making her fall face first on the bed, and her whimpers were muffled by the pillow. She felt her pussy clenching around nothing as Donghyuck pulled out, pulsating like it was begging for something inside her again.
Laying there, still recovering, she felt Donghyuck's tongue behind her right knee. Jaemin turned around a bit, trying to lay on her side, which Donghyuck used as an opportunity to hike the other leg up. There was no strap anymore, the only proof that Jaemin could see of its use were the soft marks on Donghyuck's thighs and belly.
"Donghyuck, please," Jaemin begged when she saw Donghyuck make a beeline for her pussy. Again. "I'm so sensitive, this is too much."
Holding Jaemin's bended leg up, Donghyuck hummed. "Not going to go near you clit. I'm just going to clean you," she said, tongue moving on the juncture of her thigh. "Just eating some more."
"You're a demon."
"I'm a saint. Wasting is a sin."
For all her talk, Jaemin yielded pretty fast. As promised, Donghyuck didn't suck her clit, but she ended up making another mess out of Jaemin fucking her with her tongue, again. Jaemin's legs were pudding, so the position was perfect and this time Jaemin at least tried to be quieter. After a particularly high pitched moan, she felt Donghyuck laughing between her legs, but any of the snark she thought about earlier had left her mind after the second orgasm. Now, after her third, crying softly and grasping at the sheets, her mind was all Donghyuck, exactly like she'd wanted.
___
Not for the first time, Jaemin wondered how this hadn’t happened sooner. Jeno and Renjun were friends, she knew, and apparently Jisung too. Mark was having the time of his life absorbed in conversation with Chenle. She looked at Donghyuck sipping a drink beside her and wondered. Their friends’ group overlapped, everyone got along so well, so why? Oh, right. Her.
“Are you going to drink that?” Donghyuck asked, pointing to Jaemin’s untouched pink drink. She shook her head and slid it Donghyuck’s way. “You’re making a weird face.”
“Am not.” Donghyuck rolled her eyes. “It’s just. Everyone is having fun. I’m just surprised we all never went out together sooner.”
Donghyuck smirked. “We,” she started, circling her finger between herself and the others “went out together. You're the hermit.”
They had never mentioned it to her, Jeno and Jisung, that this was a regular occurance, which made sense. Until a few weeks ago, that was. They probably thought they were being considerate, given they knew she didn’t like Donghyuck all that much and was rarely in the mood to go out and would’ve said no anyway.
“But I’m glad you came today.” She smiled and Jaemin blushed a little.
At some point it was just the both of them, Renjun and Mark, with the other three going dancing or drinking. The bar slash club was small, but very nice, and Jaemin could see herself becoming a regular — maybe she was tired of being a hermit. They had snatched a nice booth on a corner that wasn’t in anyone’s way and it almost felt cozy — as cozy as it could get with an actual DJ and voices in the background.
Jaemin wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, lost in thought and playing with the hem of Donghyuck’s skirt. She had noticed before that Donghyuck wore a good amount of skirts, even in the winter, using colorful stockings until the weather forced her and everyone else to drown in coats. But hooking up with Donghyuck, Jaemin saw first hand that Donghyuck had dozens of skirts, all kinds and colors, but only two pants and a few gym shorts.
“What do you have against pants?” Jaemin asked her once.
“Why would I hide my legs?” She answered. Jaemin didn’t say anything back, because that was an excellent point.
And so Jaemin developed the habit of playing with her skirts, and Donghyuck seemed to like it a lot, to the point that if Jaemin didn’t initiate the contact herself Donghyuck would take her hand and place it there. It was very nice.
She had other plans this time, apparently. After a couple of minutes, Donghyuck shifted on her seat, crossing her legs and leaning her hips to the side. Her skirt moved up naturally with the movement, and Jaemin stopped her hand. She looked at Donghyuck, but nothing had changed. Donghyuck was still talking animatedly with their friends — something about soccer, which Renjun seemed to know very little about. She paid Jaemin no mind, until Jaemin felt Donghyuck take her hand and guide it downwards to where her skirt had lifted, from the juncture of her hip and thigh to the heat in the middle of her legs.
Donghyuck wanted to kill her and make her execution public. Jaemin felt the damp fabric with the tip of her fingers and decided, fuck it all. She pulled Donghyuck’s panties to the side and used her index finger to play with her pussy, just teasing and circling her entrance, and Donghyuck looked at her sideways. Jaemin smiled sweetly at her. Donghyuck wiggled in her seat, dropping a few centimeters and sitting on Jaemin’s finger.
Donghyuck was getting wetter but not at all visibly bothered by any of that. Jaemin fingered her softly, not trying to call attention to her movements. Once Donghyuck noticed she wasn’t going to stop, she leaned her hips again, legs still crossed. She was covering Jaemin from anyone outside of the booth, so Jaemin pulled out to add another finger. Donghyuck exhaled softly, chin in hand, looking at Renjun.
The angle was better and Jaemin was able to move faster. Donghyuck was very wet. Even if they stopped, Jaemin wouldn’t lift her hand to the table again because it’d be glistening. They weren’t eating anything yet, she couldn’t even lick her hand clean.
“Think you can take one more?” She whispered in Donghyuck’s ear. Donghyuck nodded.
When Jaemin leaned away from her, she noticed Mark looking at them. She could pretend, but Donghyuck did what she did for a reason. If they were in public, there was a possibility of people seeing them. It was a risk, although Jaemin had a feeling Mark would help her.
She smirked as Mark’s gaze travelled from Donghyuck’s face to hers, and then her arm. Jaemin didn’t slow down, and Mark was paying attention. He turned to Renjun and said something in her ear, interrupting the conversation and making her giggle. Donghyuck let a small whimper escape when her friend wasn’t looking.
“Junie and I are going to the terrace,” Mark announced. “You’ll wait for us to come back before you order something, right?”
“Sure,” Donghyuck answered, pitch slightly higher than usual. As soon as they left, she turned to Jaemin. “Mark knows.”
“He’s pretty observant.”
“Sometimes.” She hid her face with her hands, finally breaking. Jaemin got closer.
“You really like this, huh?” Jaemin asked. “Always starting something where people can see.”
Donghyuck said nothing. She held in the moans she would’ve let out any other time, and the few that escaped made Jaemin’s blood boil. She was so pretty like this, flustered and pliant. Jaemin could look at her for hours, admiring the way she fluttered her lashes, the rise and fall of her chest, the flex of muscle on her thighs. With her free hand, she brought Donghyuck to her lap. Donghyuck rested her head on Jaemin’s shoulder, hot breath on her neck making Jaemin shiver.
It was a better position for her — her wrist was starting to hurt, and she couldn’t move as hard before — but also for Donghyuck, if Jaemin read her correctly. There was simply no way Donghyuck didn’t want to be seen. They’d had some close calls, mostly on campus, and Donghyuck seemed almost put off by not being caught. She wanted this, wanted Jaemin to go along with it, and Jaemin was finally too far gone to do anything but comply.
On Jaemin’s lap, Donghyuck’s pussy was exposed to everyone who looked their way. Sure, it was dark, people had their own things going on, but if they just stopped a little, focused a little — Donghyuck was curled in Jaemin’s lap with three fingers inside her, ass and pussy facing the crowd.
“I’d like it better if you fucked me harder,” she complained. Her hand that wasn’t being used for support around Jaemin’s neck moved to Jaemin’s boob, brushing against her stiff nipple. Goosebumps.
Jaemin fucked her harder, like she asked. Curled her fingers as much as she could and put pressure in every stroke of her hand. Donghyuck whimpered, almost mewled, saying Jaemin’s name and mouthing her neck. She was close, Jaemin could see.
Jaemin took her eyes away from Donghyuck for a moment. She had checked earlier and she saw two girls looking at them, but they weren’t there anymore. Renjun, however, was coming back, Mark in tow. She wasn’t paying attention, still chatting away, but her boyfriend was. Mark saw her hand, saw Donghyuck out and exposed like that — he watched. Even if just for a second, even if he didn’t really mean to, if he didn’t think he should let himself look and like what he was seeing. It was a moment, the blink of an eye, before his wide eyes looked away and he dragged Renjun somewhere else.
Donghyuck came right after. Instead of the moans she let out in the bedroom, she came with a satisfied sigh, pussy pulsating around Jaemin’s fingers.
“You good?” Jaemin asked, kissing Donghyuck’s temple.
Donghyuck hummed. “Great. Never better.”
She tidied Donghyuck’s skirt, brushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her. It was soft and the mood was nothing like it had been just moments before. “Just a heads up,” Jaemin said, seeing Mark and Rejun come back with the rest of the girls. “Mark definitely saw us.”
“Oh my God, Mark? Of all people?”
“He wasn’t the only one,” Jaemin added. Donghyuck looked away, embarrassed. “But he’s the only one we know, so.”
It wasn’t weird. It wasn’t weird at all, except for every time Mark stuttered talking to Jaemin and never looking at Donghyuck’s direction for the rest of the night. Jaemin didn’t think he’d act like this, but maybe it had to do with Donghyuck, not the act itself. She’d ask Donghyuck later.
___
“Mark’s just...” Donghyuck drifted off, staring at the ceiling.
They were at her house again, like always, because turns out having a whole place to herself and an unnecessarily big bed left Donghyuck spoiled, and she didn’t want to squeeze herself on Jaemin’s single. Jaemin would never complain. Donghyuck always made her breakfast after making her come multiple times, what was there to bitch about? Exactly.
(There hadn’t been orgasms every time.
Sometimes they just cuddled, and talked, and Jaemin got to understand Donghyuck better. The flirt who never went through with it, the person who remembered the name of everyone she interacted with, the girl who liked living alone as much as she liked sharing silence with someone else.
Jaemin was very happy to be that someone, for the time being. And if she lied to herself by saying she was there for the orgasms, well, the result was still the same.)
“You guys had something,” Jaemin stated.
“No. Hard pass.” Donghyuck laughed. “I like women and only women. But, uh, I had a crush on Junie for the longest time.”
Jaemin could see where this was going. She grimaced.
“She’s straight. I’m sure you can imagine the rest,” she said, turning on her side and tucking her hands under her cheek. Her face still had a pinkish hue from scrubbing the makeup off. The old t-shirt she was wearing stretched at the collar. Jaemin wanted to bite her collarbones. “A lot of pining, a lot of masochism, yada yada. Then I met Mark in one of my first classes, and we became friends. He’s a great guy.”
Oh. Fuck. “You introduced them?”
“He was- is perfect for her. I love her, I want her to be happy, so why not?” Jaemin felt a sting in her heart. It hurt. Why did it hurt? Jaemin couldn’t afford those feelings.
“Do you still love her?” It hurt.
“I do, but not like that anymore. I thought I did and then time passed and it just went away, I guess. One day I noticed that I didn’t feel anything when I saw them together. That was a very happy day.” She smiled, and Jaemin smiled right back. “But Mark always knew. I was very obvious and we became close friends, so we talked about it, and even after they became serious he checked on me.”
Jaemin was twirling a strand of Donghyuck’s hair. She couldn’t imagine herself in Donghyuck's shoes. She had never felt that way about anyone, and she liked to think that she’d never put herself through that much pain voluntarily. Jaemin was never that great with hypotheticals.
“We haven’t talked in a while. I was still in love with her last time we did, and I don’t think I updated him on my pining status.”
“Must be nice having a friend like that,” Jaemin mused.
Donghyuck forced her head upwards on the bed, making Jaemin pat her head. “I guess it is. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Lots of things to update him on.”
She sounded sleepy. Jaemin felt sleepy. They should sleep.
“Jaemin,” Donghyuck said, voice sweet. “Turn the lights off.”
And sleep was all they did. Jaemin thought about it while dozing off in class the next morning, and she didn’t know what to make of it.
___
This was what Jaemin got for trying to be spontaneous. Not really spontaneous since they did agree to meet each other, but she had walked all the way to Donghyuck's house only to get there, ready to knock, and hear a high pitched moan coming from inside the house. Jaemin hadn't even considered that Donghyuck could be fucking other people. She never hinted at it and given her schedule, which looked a lot like Jaemin's, when would she even find the time to do it was beyond Jaemin.
She was trying not to be angry. Deep breaths, in, out. No, fuck that. Fuck Donghyuck. Fuck her and her stupid ass-
Her phone started buzzing and she picked up without looking at it.
"What?" She barked at the phone.
"Wow, ok," it was Donghyuck, clearly taken aback by her outburst. "Hi, Jaemin, darling, where are you?"
Jaemin's brain was glitching a little. "Your porch."
"Why, though? I thought we agreed that I'd pick you up at five."
They did agree on that, but Jaemin had left early and, without giving much thought, started her walk from the campus to Donghyuck's house, calculating that she would arrive right before Donghyuck would leave. Jaemin heard a whimper. Then a groan. A window had to be open somewhere.
"Where are you?" Jaemin hissed at the phone.
"Your dorm? Jisung let me in. Wait, why are you mad at me? What are you even doing over there?"
"Donghyuck, there's someone inside your house."
Donghyuck snorted. "Well, yes, I technically do share the house with someone, remember? My brother arrived yesterday."
"Your brother."
"Yes, my brother. Johnny." Jaemin could see Donghyuck rolling her eyes.
"Your brother is fucking someone."
Donghyuck groaned in frustration. "Thank you for the update, Jaemin, but I did not need to know that. Now will you come back already?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving," she muttered. She felt terrible. For thinking Donghyuck would ditch her, for jumping to conclusions. God, she was a mess.
"No, hold on." Jaemin paused. "There's a cafe down the street, purple sign, lots of flowers in the front. You can wait for me there and I'll go to you."
"That'd be better." She was tired of walking. That wasn't her calling.
"And faster." Jaemin heard Donghyuck jingle her keys. "See you in fifteen max."
A deep moan came from inside the house. "Oh my God, Hyuck, your brother is-"
Donghyuck hung up on her. Deserved.
Jaemin turned around to leave, but then she saw the shoes close to the door. She knew those heels because they were hers, but she had lent them — more like forced to give them up — months ago. She smiled to herself. Whore.
___
The cafe was pretty and so was Donghyuck, who now had pink hair, same color as her shirt and skirt. She looked like if cotton candy became a person. Cute, sweet, and edible. Donghyuck dropped herself on the seat in front of Jaemin with a huff.
"Let's not mention my brother ever again," she said. "Please and thank you."
"Wasn't going to."
"Right. Precaution." Donghyuck flipped the single braid of pink hair over her shoulder, and blew her fringe out of her eyes. Jaemin was entranced.
"You look like a fairy."
That made Donghyuck smile. "Oh, you like it? I felt like I needed some change, and there's nothing better than fuck up my hair some more to pretend I can control things in my life."
Jaemin slow-blinked at her. "It's pretty. You look pretty. As for the rest, yeah, that's how I got the blond."
"It suits you. The color and the ponytail. Very bitchy queen."
"See, I say you're pretty and you call me a bitch," Jaemin complains. Donghyuck giggles.
"I like it when you're a little mean, it's very hot." Donghyuck skimmed the menu's pages. "Their cappuccino is excellent. Have you ordered already?"
"No. I didn't know we were going to stay."
"Oh," Donghyuck looked at her through her long lashes. "We don't have to. I didn't have a specific place in mind, but it would've been something like this anyway."
Jaemin was confused. They were going to Donghyuck's house. That's what they did. Unless "Hyuck, is this a date?"
"Yes? You didn't know?" Donghyuck put the menu away. "I feel like we have a communication problem. And by we I mean you. You have a communication problem. But it's also fine if you don't want this to be a date, but please say it. With words."
"No, that's not it. I just..."
What was Jaemin thinking? She remembered Donghyuck laying naked on top of her and saying something along the lines of 'I want to go out with you' and 'it doesn't need to be anything fancy, I think that wouldn't be your style', she did, but no one could really blame her for not paying attention, right? Donghyuck had been naked on top of her. Jaemin had her priorities straight.
"It's really ok, Jaemin. I like spending time with you even when we're not fucking, but if you-"
"I just didn't think you would want this. I know I'm cranky, that I was mean to you for no reason, and I'm really not a social butterfly like you. I thought you wanted sex."
"I do very much want sex. But, as I said, I like you a little mean, and you're not cranky all the time, and I don't need someone as social as me. In fact, it's better that you aren't, or we'd never have time to ourselves." Jaemin searched her face for some sign, any sign, of insincerity and found none. Donghyuck looked earnest, if not a bit reticent.
Jaemin liked her so much. "Alright."
"Alright?"
"Yes. So we're having our first date," Jaemin said, and Donghyuck's smile was totally worth anything she'd want to put Jaemin through. "And it's in a flowery cafe. How wholesome."
"We're very wholesome. I bought something for the second part of our date and I was going to show it to you later, but I think it's super coherent with the wholesome theme."
Sometimes Jaemin had a hard time figuring out if Donghyuck was being serious or not. This was one of those times. Donghyuck reached inside her backpack and got a big box that probably filled the entire thing.
"This is not a flower arrangement, is it?" Jaemin asked. Donghyuck grinned, very amused.
"Nope."
Jaemin eyed the box suspiciously. It had to be some nonsense. Donghyuck looked way too pleased for it to be a regular present. Or Jaemin could be reading this all wrong and this was how Donghyuck behaved when acting lovey-dovey. She opened the box, looked inside, and stared. It took a minute to mentally process what she was seeing and then she immediately closed the box.
Jaemin was blushing fiercely, and couldn't even try to hide it with her hair because of the goddamned ponytail. "A double ended dildo, Donghyuck? Really?" Jaemin whisper shouted.
Donghyuck was laughing at her, and Jaemin couldn't stay mad, not when what she really wanted was to kiss Donghyuck silly and fuck her dumb. "Fun, right?"
Jaemin didn't open the box again, but she didn't need to. The thing was pastel blue, matching Donghyuck's stylistic choices of late, and if it weren't, well, a dildo, Jaemin would even call it cute because of the color, like its owner.
She still felt her cheeks hot. "On our first date, Hyuck!"
"You didn't even know you were on a date until like, five minutes ago," Donghyuck tsked. "We can date and fuck. We can do two at the same time, right?" She grinned at her pun, and Jaemin laughed.
"We can," she admitted.
"So," Donghyuck picked the menu up again. "Do you want the capuccino?"
Jaemin liked her so much.