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Post Monaco 2024 Kim Minjeong 156/ Yu Jimin 169

I can’t tell if I’m genuinely going crazy or if this is some kind of weird coincidence.

Hello, everybody on this Formula 1 forum. I need some help with this because I’m having such a hard time actually believing that this happened.

So today, I was heading over to my car after a long day of working. The thing about me is that I always park in this structured parking lot near where I work. So, as I got to my car, I saw this really distinct blue car, like the kind of car that people in my tax bracket could only dream of owning someday. And it was sitting pretty far away from all of the other cars. At first, there was nothing weird about it at all, but then I wanted to take a second look at it up close since it’s such a rare occurrence to see a car like this. And that’s when I finally noticed it. The car was moving–but not in the way you’d expect a typical car to move. It was… really moving. Shaking and swaying from side to side type of moving.

Now, don’t get me wrong, guys! I’m not some kind of pervert or anything close to that, alright? But I’ll be the first to admit that my curiosity got the better of me, and I stepped just the slightest bit closer to try and figure out what the hell was going on. The windows weren’t tinted or anything, but the way the two inside that car were positioned made it really hard to catch any glimpse of their faces. But one distinct thing about them was their hair. One of them had long black hair. The other had this red hair that stopped short. But it was pretty apparent that these two were both women.

Now, here’s the real kicker about all of this. I took a picture of this car–before I realized what was going on! When I talked to a friend about this incident–he just so happens to be a huge F1 fan–he told me that that specific car belonged to a pretty famous F1 driver named Kim Minjeong, especially when I mentioned the red hair. Then, when I told him about the other woman with long black hair, he said it could’ve been someone named Yu Jimin. However, he immediately backtracked what he said and said that was impossible because they hated each other. But according to him, besides the Yu Jimin thing, it all makes sense. The hair. The newest grand prix was in Japan. She’s a South Korean citizen like me. Evidently, her car, too.

So, I came to this forum for some kind of input on what the hell this is about. Could it really have been this Kim Minjeong? Has anyone else heard or seen something like this actually happening? Considering how that car was moving, it’s not a massive stretch to know exactly what those two were doing in there, but I mean, could all F1 drivers just be deplorable like that? Also, would this result in some kind of scandal for her? If that woman was actually her, should I be telling the tabloids about it, or would it be best to stay out of it?

Also, for those wondering, the car was a blue vintage Aston Martin.

Jimin’s eyes frantically skimmed over the forum post, and her heart thundered in her chest. Her stomach churned the more she reread that damned post over and over again. To her, it was painfully obvious who the mystery woman was. Even the user’s friend was able to figure it out but backtracked, much to Jimin’s needed relief. But the meager fact that Minjeong was able to be easily identified didn’t sit well with the woman. 

Sure, they both took a risk that night doing what they did. Still, Jimin had vastly underestimated how isolated that parking lot really was and didn’t consider the enormous possibility that someone could’ve potentially seen them. It’s not like this is some baseless and harmless gossip post that’ll be washed away by the next tide of posts on that stupid website–if this gains more attention, this could spiral into something much worse than what Minjeong and her could deal with alone. Not to mention, the comments after the post weren’t any better.

RevHead69:

Pics? I don’t know about you guys, but I’d love to see some hot girl-on-girl action if it involves that hot-ass driver, Kim Minjeong.

AnonymousF1Watcher:

Dude, a car moving in that secluded parking lot? That’s super sketchy. But if it’s who I think it is, this might be their worst nightmare scenario coming true. Can you imagine if this gets out into the wrong hands? Fans are about to go wild. The media’s about to have a massive field day with this. But real talk for a sec–was there anything super obvious besides the car, or are we just jumping to conclusions yet again here? I’d like to believe you because this sounds pretty damming, but proof or it didn’t happen, right?

NoLimits99:

Does nobody else here find it super creepy that this guy watched this thing go on and, when he realized what was happening, went to take a closer peek? Like, why is his first instinct to look? What a weirdo.

TyreWhisperer:

I don’t know. This sounds like something someone would clearly make up for attention to get some needed engagement. But, if what you’re saying is true and your friend was correct about not only Kim Minjeong but Yu Jimin? I mean, we’re talking massive fallout here. We all heard the rumors about there being a couple on the track. And their names have circulated once or twice. But not together. If this is some form of confirmation…you know how strict those teams are about their drivers' public image. They’ll be in boiling water. Honestly, a part of me hopes it’s true. It would make all those paddock rumors finally make so much sense.

PolePositionPiper:

Not gonna lie; a part of me feels awful for both of them if this ends up being true, like some of the comments in this thread are commenting. I wonder if their sponsors know about this? One wrong move, and they could lose millions in their endorsements. Eventually, this’ll blow up–maybe it’s time for the truth to come out before it’s too late.

GridTalker127:

Can you imagine the pressure of trying to keep a relationship secret while the entire world is watching your every move 24/7? Especially people like these two. That being said…if they’re doing stuff like that in a public parking lot, they kinda set themselves up to get caught. It seems like they only have so much time before someone leaks all the details. In the paddock, they always have eyes on them.

Her mind continued to race, and all of her jumbled thoughts moved around in a massive mass of panic. What if this all ends up actually blowing up in their faces? What if the media picks this up and runs a story on it? It’d leave the forum and make it all worse.

She felt nauseous. She felt like she could vomit just about any second now. Her image, her career, and everything that meant so much to her at this moment seemed to be made of glass. This post, so meaningless to everybody commenting and looking at it, was holding her future in her hands. One slip of the hands could result in billions of shattered pieces. But she paused in her worries. Not because the nausea finally got to her. Her fingers hovered over the thread.

Jimin thought to herself: How bad would that be in the grand scheme of things, though? What if, what if we just came out with it? What if the world actually knew?

The anxiety that was consuming her started to swirl in a different direction, a different kind of tension–one she hadn’t subconsciously fully permitted to let herself feel before. They’ve been so careful with all of this—the sneaking around, the disguises, the acting in front of cameras. But the longer she sat there contemplating, the more the idea of not hiding this anymore became almost…liberating.

Maybe this wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Her hand moved to rub at her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat back down to a regular pace.

What if we didn’t have to sneak around anymore? What if we didn’t have to care about what everybody around us thinks?

Sure, the media would go absolutely wild. The headlines, the questions, the judgment–it would be beyond overwhelming. But being out in the open with Minjeong? No longer having to hide behind anything?  Perhaps she was crazy for wanting to throw away her entire meticulously planned career for a woman. But this wasn’t just about Minjeong. This was about herself, too. It was starting to feel like an imaginary weight Jimin didn’t realize she’d been carrying since they’d become more open with each other was letting her finally rest.

Maybe this was long overdue.

Jimin thought. An unsettling mix of fear and hope settled in her chest.

Maybe it’s finally time to stop all of the what-ifs.

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It was a chilly evening on the outskirts of Monaco, and Jimin was standing stationary in her home’s kitchen, staring at the pan in front of her like it was a dreaded enemy of hers–it was. After the race, she came up with a simple dish, especially for someone who cooks once or twice in a blue moon. She planned for the menu tonight to be pasta–maybe even a sauce for fun, nothing too fancy, obviously. However, the cookbook she quickly grabbed on her way back home had this recipe that was not translating well to her brain. She would’ve changed it, but she had already bought all the ingredients. 

The sauce was starting to get way too thick, the gnocchi pasta was getting stuck together, and something was beginning to smell like it was burning. Jimin frantically stirred a pot on the stove, her frustration growing by the second. None of this was going to the plan she had in her mind at all. She took her eyes off the pot in front of her and glanced around the kitchen–pots, pans, and ingredients scattered across the marble countertops. It looked like a war had happened here. The sound of her intercom going off jolted her from the growing chaos.

“Perfect timing.” She said to herself with a groan. Jimin rushed over, quickly grabbing a dish towel to wipe her hands on as she hit a button to speak.

“Hey, it’s me. Let me in,” Minjeong’s voice crackled through the intercom.

Jimin felt her heart skip a beat. She hit the button to buzz her in and muttered, “The door’s already unlocked!” Without waiting for another second, she tossed the towel somewhere nearby and sprinted back towards the kitchen, hoping for a slim chance that she’d be able to salvage what was left of her attempt at cooking.

The sauce was bubbling aggressively now, and the smell of burnt garlic hit her nose.
“No, no, no!” Jimin grabbed a spoon and tried to stir it, but it was far too late now. Smoke began to rise from the pan, and panic started to set in. With her mind now racing, she was trying to figure out how to fix this mess before Minjeong saw any of it.

To make matters worse, the inevitable happened–the fire detector started to go off. The shrill, piercing sound filled the villa, making Jimin jump up and curse under her breath. She grabbed a towel and waved it wildly beneath the smoke detector, desperately trying to clear the air to make it stop.

“Fuck!” She panicked, waving the towel harder as the sound continued to grow louder. The sound was almost deafening to her ears, and she barely heard the front door creak behind her.

“Jimin?” Minjeong’s voice called out, filled with confusion.

The woman turned towards her voice, still waving the towel like her life depended on it, and saw Minjeong standing in the doorway. She was dressed in some and a half buttoned-up flannel, and her hair was slightly windblown by the evening breeze outside. Honestly, if Jimin was going to die from smoke inhalation at this moment, at least she was able to see Minjeong’s ever-so-effortless angelic appearance before she left this world.

Minjeong took in the scene in front of her–the smoke, the blaring alarm, the scattered pots and pans, and Jimin in the middle of it. For a second, she was speechless, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth open as she processed it all. Without a second to lose, she crossed the room, heading straight for the sliding door. She pulled it open, letting the cool breeze flow inside and dissipate some of the suffocating smoke.

Jimin, still frantically trying to silence the alarm, didn’t notice Minjeong pull up a chair next to her. She climbed on top of it and calmly reached up to the smoke detector, hitting the button that finally silences that god-awful beeping.

Minjeong stepped down from the chair, and there was a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “So…cooking’s going super well, I see.”

Jimin finally turned to face the woman, and she looked mortified and annoyed. “This isn’t funny, Minjeong.” She snapped, tossing the towel onto the counter in frustration.

Minjeong’s smirk widened further as she crossed her arms in humor. “I think it’s kind of funny from where I’m standing.”

The older woman huffed as she turned on her heel and started to walk out of the kitchen. “Of course, you think it’s funny. I was trying to do something special for us, but once again, I just screwed it all up!”

Before she made any more steps outside of the kitchen, Minjeong’s voice softened, and she quickly followed. “Hey, come on.” She reached out, gently grabbing Jimin’s arm, which forced the woman to stop mid-step. “Don’t walk away.”

Jimin balled up her fists tightly and refused to look at her as she kept her gaze fixed on the floor. “I wanted to do something nice for you, okay? I tried to impress you, I guess but obviously, I’m not cut out for this thing. I can’t even cook some stupid pasta without setting off an alarm.”

There was a long pause, and then Minjeong’s hand slid from Jimin’s arm down to her hand. Jimin reluctantly unclenched her fist, and Minjeong squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to impress me, honey.” She lifted it to press a gentle kiss to her wrist. She left it to linger.

Jimin finally looked up, her eyes showing off the vulnerability she wanted to hide. The kiss on her wrist seemed to ease something inside of her. “But I want to. I wanted all of this to go perfectly.”

Minjeong smiled softly, her thumb brushing over Jimin’s knuckle. She sighed at the feeling. “You don’t need to do anything special to impress me. I’m already impressed with everything you do. And…” She glanced back at the kitchen and then back at Jimin, her smile turning into a playful one. “Now we have a great story to remember.”

Jimin couldn’t help herself. She cracked a small smile at that. “Yeah, a story about me almost burning down my villa.”

The younger woman laughed and took it upon herself to step closer and rest a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. She leaned in slowly and pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead.  “You tried. That’s all that matters to me. And to be honest, this was cute.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow in question. “Cute? This is cute to you?”

“Yeah,” Minjeong nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She tilted her head and kissed Jimin’s cheek next, her lips brushing softly against her skin. “You flustered, trying all this to cook for me. It’s all so adorable. Besides, I didn’t come here for the food or anything else like that. I’m here…for you.”

Jimin fully smiled this time, leaning into Minjeong’s hold. “You’re way too nice to me.”

“Someone has to be, and I’ll be happy to be that person.” Minjeong teased before pulling back just enough to meet Jimin’s eyes. She tilted the older woman’s chin down and pressed a kiss on her lips. “Now, let’s put this whole disaster behind us, call it a day, and figure out what we’re actually eating tonight?”

Jimin nodded, feeling lighter than before. This time, she was the one to initiate a kiss. She leaned in to steal one. “Yeah. Takeout sounds okay?”

“Good call. I was thinking…pasta?”

Jimin groaned, and Minjeong laughed loudly.

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The sleek, marbled coffee table that was in front of the two women was littered with boxes of takeout from a nearby fancy burger restaurant–greasy wrappers, empty gourmet fry cartons, thrown ketchup packets, and a couple of half-eaten burgers stacked in a messy heap. Minjeong off-handedly mentioned how much she’s been wanting a good cheeseburger lately, and as soon as Jimin heard her, she had her food delivery app open at the nearest takeout place. She bought an excessive amount of variety all because she wasn’t sure which one Minjeong would like, hence the half-eaten burgers. The remnants of their evening feast were scattered all over the table, along with empty soda cans that tipped over during their earlier run-through of movies.

The giant TV in Jimin’s living room was blasting the familiar sounds of Mario Kart. The atmosphere was loud, to say the least. From the sound effects of the race–karts zooming around the looped track and powerups flying left and right–there was a sudden yell that echoed from a frustrated Minjeong. “This is the fourth green shell I’ve gotten from you! You have to be cheating at this point!” She shouted, pointing her finger at Jimin, who was sitting cross-legged next to her on the couch, a wide cheeky grin on her face.

Jimin, utterly unfazed by another accusation, was mid-laugh and shoved fries into her mouth with one hand while keeping her other hand tightly on the controller. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she swallowed them down, shaking her head with mock innocence. “I hate to break it to you like this, Minjeong, but…” she said, her words muffled by the copious amount of fries still in her mouth. “You’re just bad at this game.”

“Bullshit!” Minjeong shouted back, glaring hard at the flat screen as her kart slammed right into another obstacle, losing her the first-place spot. “There’s absolutely no way you hit me with another shell right before I was finally going to cross the finish line first–again! It’s like you do it on purpose to piss me off.” 

Jimin barely managed to hold back her laugh before it blurted out, but she dramatically shrugged and tossed aside her controller onto the table when her character, Yoshi, crossed the finish line first. “Maybe if you stop crashing into every wall you see coming your way, you’d actually have a chance against me.”

If Jimin and Minjeong were in a cartoon, the younger woman would have steam coming out of her ears from how frustrated she visibly was. For the past two races in their little Grand Prix cup, she’d be in the lead with no effort. But every time she was about to cross the finish, there was a too-well-timed item hurled her way. Be it a green or red shell, a banana peel, or even a bomb, one would always knock her out just long enough for Jimin to grab first place right from her. “You’re watching my screen! You have to be! There’s no other way that you just know exactly what’s going to happen! Even when you pass me before I reach the finish line, you stop driving so I can go in front!”

She was saying all of this while Jimin pressed the button to continue on the next race, but she grinned at what she was saying. “I don’t need to do anything to beat you,” she said while raising an eyebrow. “This is just what talent is all about, babe .”

Minjeong bristled, “There’s no way that you’re this good without doing something to me, like cheating.” She said, her fingers gripping the controller so hard that her knuckles were turning white. “You’ve hit me with how many shells now? Two red, and two three? Who even manages to get that many?!”

“I played this game so much as a kid, so I know everything there is to it. It’s just skill…that you don’t have.” Jimin’s eyes hardly looked at the screen, her kart zooming forward with ease. “Besides, how would you even cheat in Mario Kart?!”

“If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Minjeong muttered under her breath. Her kart veered off the edge of the track yet again, sending her plummeting into the black abyss under.

Jimin reached for the practically empty carton of fries and threw a singular one in jest at Minjeong. “Are you actually going to admit that you’re bad at this game, or is your ego just too big for you to admit that?” She said while she savored her third effortless win. She leaned back, and her back touched the front of the couch cushions, looking way too pleased with herself over a video game. “Oh, I get it now. Do you need me to turn on smart steering again for you?”

Minjeong looked over to her with a look of disbelief. “No, listen! I used to be perfect at this game. And I know there wasn’t any stupid smart steering on, either!” She said while her character, Rosalina, crossed the finish line in eighth place. 

Jimin’s grin grew wider. She was enjoying every single second of seeing Minjeong’s frustration. “You are such a sore loser, Minjeong. I completely get with our jobs, but Mario Kart?” she pushed herself off the couch and turned her body towards the younger woman. “Admit it.”

“I don’t hate losing in a kid’s game.” Minjeong huffed in exasperation, although that statement was overtly contradicted by the way she threw her controller down in frustration. “I hate losing to a literal cheater.”

Jimin laughed at that, shaking her again as she picked up her controller, casually moving on to the last race. “Alright, last one,” she said, her tone filled with playful confidence. “If you win, I’ll admit that I’m cheating. But if I win again…” She paused, eyeing Minjeong up and down. “Well, you and I both know that I won Monaco.”

 Minjeong scoffed in faux offense. “Wow, seriously?”

Jimin nodded fast. “Absolutely serious.”

“You know what? Fine.”

The older woman smiled widely at the agreement, and her hands immediately started to press the button that started the countdown for the last race.

The race had begun, and Jimin was laser-focused on winning. Her eyes narrowed as she dodged obstacles, navigating the track of rainbow road like a professional. Minjeong was already growling in frustration; her kart had already veered off course into the first corner. The older woman started to become smug. One last victory and she could boast in Minjeong’s face that she was just that good at the game. That, and whatever she wanted afterward.

But then, just a minute into the final match, Jimin noticed that there was a sudden shift out of the corner of her eye; how Minjeong scooted closer to her a little too much. Before she was able to react or say anything to her, Minjeong’s hand shot out, latching itself onto Jimin’s controller.

“Hey!” Jimin shouted, her laughter mixing in with surprise as she fought back to keep her hold on the damn thing.

Minjeong leaned in with her whole body, twisting it and practically climbing onto Jimin’s lap to pull the controller free. At least the older woman was still attempting to play the game without any dirty tactics like Minjeong was doing, but her kart fell off the side of the track, speeding into the black abyss again as they wrestled. The screen lit up the dimly lit living room with flashing colors as Jimin’s lead essentially evaporated, and Minjeong obviously stopped caring.

“Get off of me!” She tried to twist away again, but Minjeong would just not give it up. “Doing this because you suck at this game doesn’t make you any better!”

Minjeong gasped. “Give me that controller!” Her fingers wrapped around its edge, trying to yank it out of her hands.

Suddenly, in the midst of their playful impromptu wrestling match, Jimin felt Minjeong’s weight shift. She wasn’t all too sure how it happened in the first place–maybe she accidentally pulled too hard, maybe the younger woman moved wrong–but in a single moment, Minjeong’s hand slipped off the accessory entirely, and with a surprised yelp out of her, she tumbled forward.

Jimin could hardly react in time, even with her reflexes, before Minjeong fell on top of her. A loose hand knocked the controller out of her hand altogether. The impact wasn’t hard at all, but they both landed in a tangled heap on the plush couch. The older woman was pinned under Minjeong, the force of the accidental fall leaving her breathless and wide-eyed as she stared up at the beauty.

The room was playing background noise from the long-forgotten game, but to Jimin, it felt like there was nothing but stunned silence. Jimin could feel her heart pound against her chest, her breath coming out shallow. Minjeong was still laughing delightfully, though her laughter was a little muted. Her face hovered a few inches above Jimin’s. 

She smiled with her eyes closed, and Jimin hoped she’d always smile like this in front of her from now on. “Oops,” Minjeong said, voice still a little breathy.

Still trying to catch her breath, Jimin responded with a shaky, “Yeah…oops.” Warm. That’s what Minjeong’s body pressing down on her felt like that. The way her hands felt like they belonged right where they were on Jimin’s shoulders. Their faces were so close now, and for one brief moment, her breath caught, not because she was still a little winded, but for the feeling that always appeared in her heart whenever she was with Minjeong.

The amusement in Minjeong’s eyes had softened, and her beaming smile shifted into something a little more subdued. “You okay there?” She said softly.

Jimin nodded, still trying to get the words that were stuck in her throat. The game in the background suddenly shifted colors, and it gave way to a warm tone in the room. A tone that made Jimin all too hyper-aware of everything in front of her–the way Minjeong’s hair fell and framed her face perfectly, the light rise and fall of her chest, and how their bodies fit together. 

“I think for the first time in a long time, Kim Minjeong, you threw me off my game.” Jimin was finally able to get it out, though her own voice barely above a whisper.

The younger woman’s lips curved into a slow smile, but she wasn’t making any move to get off of her; she continued to hover above Jimin, practically torturing the older woman. “That was the plan all along,” she teased, with her finger bopping the tip of Jimin’s nose. The latter caught how there was a warmth in her voice that hadn’t been there tonight.

Jimin probably needed to head to a hospital now with the way her heart continued to get alarmingly faster, and she could even feel a flush start to creep up her neck. She tried to get herself to calm down, but with the woman still above her, it wasn’t helping. Her hands, which were gripping the couch cushions for some much-needed balance, slowly loosened. Letting her hands do the talking for her, one of them started to drift up, lightly brushing Minjeong’s arm and raising goosebumps.

Minjeong took a sharp breath through her mouth and blinked down at her. The air between them was charged, thick with the tension that had been building up to this moment–the banter, the teasing, the playful fighting. The two weren’t uttering any words, and Jimin wasn’t sure she’d want to say anything. She didn’t want to break whatever was about to happen.

Minjeong didn’t move right away. Her gaze flickered from making eye contact with Jimin to back to her lips, swallowing when she did. It was like she was trying to figure out what to do with herself next. Jimin waited with bated, shallow breaths for her to do something–anything, anything. She wanted her so bad.

Just with how fast the moment felt like it came, was it gone. Minjeong laughed softly and grinned, all of her teeth showing. She was beginning to move off of Jimin with a playful shove. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet for what you did earlier, especially not because I fell,” she said. 

It was like a switch went on and off with her. Jimin couldn’t catch up.

When she pushed herself off of the older woman’s body, the weight of her upper torso had disappeared, but she stayed on her lap. Jimin watched her move, still reeling from that moment between them. The playfulness in Minjeong’s laughter had felt distant, like a fading echo. Jimin sat up. Her breath still came out uneven, and before her mind could even process what she was about to do, her hand moved on its own.

She wrapped an arm around Minjeong’s waist, her fingers curling into the fabric of Minjeong’s shirt. Gentle and soft but firm enough to stop Minjeong from completely pulling away. The woman froze.

Jimin felt her tense under her touch, a subtle sign that made her stomach do a flip. She doesn’t know what really came over her, why she couldn’t let Minjeong move away like she always does whenever they went a little too domestic. But the thought of allowing Minjeong to retreat into whatever her deal was again felt almost too unbearable; she didn’t think she had the heart to go through it tonight.

Minjeong’s eyes shifted, and she made eye contact with Jimin. A nervous, uncertain chuckle replaced the warm laughter of earlier; an anxious energy radiating off of her. She took a breath, swallowed audibly, and her lips parted, ready to speak. But she hesitated. 

“...Jimin?” Minjeong’s voice was quiet, and she said her name softly. Delicate is what Jimin would describe it as. There was a hesitant, questioning tone to it. It made her chest tighten the way she murmured her name. She swallowed, her mind refusing to settle from its unrest. She wished that she could be truthful to Minjeong and show her that deep ache inside her. But she couldn’t really do that without outing herself as…

“Don’t go,” was all Jimin muttered—everything she wanted to say to her, all into that sentence. Her voice was low, almost a plea. She mentally punched herself. Jimin hadn’t meant for it to sound that pathetic. Her hand tightened on Minjeong’s waist.

The younger woman hadn’t moved a single inch yet. Her back was as rigid as a rod, and her breathing was beginning to get shallow and shaky, yet she hadn’t pulled away either. Jimin saw how she kept her hands hovering awkwardly in front of her as if she didn’t have any clue where to place them. Her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy exhale.

Jimin stared into her eyes. She could hear her heartbeat thud in her ears–but she ignored it. She waited for Minjeong to say something else other than her name–anything at this point–that would let her know what was going on. But Minjeong seemed far away from here. Something was in those pretty eyes of hers that looked like they were on the edge, so close to reeling off into some kind of unknown.

When Minjeong was able to speak up again finally, her voice was quieter than what Jimin was used to. Uncertainty, she asked, “Jimin…what are we doing?”

The older woman took in a breath, her chest tightening with all of the weight from the words wanting to spill out of it. She wasn’t sure she could muster all of the right words right now. Jimin couldn’t even tell if there were words for what she was feeling without saying something incriminating. But she couldn’t let go of this moment right now–just not yet.

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted, barely audible. “I just…don’t want you to leave.”

Her grip on Minjeong’s waist loosened, though not by much. She didn’t want to pull away from her yet. It was a quiet confession, one that held too much for both of them and felt too raw to speak out loud. But she needed to let Minjeong know this. She didn’t want the younger woman to go back to how they were–wanted her to stop pretending like these moments between them didn’t matter.

Minjeong’s body relaxed under her touch, but she hadn’t moved yet. Her hand drifted towards where Jimin’s arm was wrapped around her waist, her fingers hovering above, and she kept it there, clearly unsure about what to do next.

The silence between them felt too dainty and delicate, like something that could shatter into tiny bits of pieces if either of them said even one word wrong. Jimin heard the soft droning from her TV in the background–she’d have to turn it off eventually–but right now, it felt distant, unimportant in the grand scheme of things. The only thing in this moment that mattered to her, Minjeong–Minjeong, who was still here, still within her hand's reach, still sitting on her lap even if she had the opportunity to leave whenever she wanted to.

She exhaled slowly, her fingertips finally lightly brushing over Jimin’s hand. “Okay,” she whispered, so softly Jimin almost thought she imagined it. Minjeong nodded. “Okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jimin could feel it in her chest. The simple words Minjeong said landed with a strange, comforting weight. She sat up slowly, almost not realizing that she was moving forward; it was like her body instinctively pulled her closer to her. Her heart pounded in her ears–loud and irregular--the steady rhythm ringing in her ears. Their breaths mingled in the space between them. Minjeong’s breath warm and unsteady, ghosting over her lips. Jimin’s breathing was shallow, as if she was forgoing her knowledge of how to take in air in exchange for more Minjeong.

Jimin’s hand rested on Minjeong’s waist, hoping it was grounding Minjeong as much as it was for her and keeping her steady as their faces drew nearer. She could see nearly every detail in Minjeong’s expression–the curve of her lips, the way her eyes softened for Jimin yet remained full of nervous anticipation. But what made Jimin waver was that look of bare vulnerability for her.

Finally, as their lips were almost brushing up against each other, Jimin hesitated. Her hand slid from where it stayed at Minjeong’s waist, and she could feel how Minjeong’s breath stuttered and how she shook when her fingers brushed against the curve of her side. Now, it rested gently at the nape of her neck. Her skin was warm and soft, and Jimin absent-mindedly drew a small circle with her thumb.

With not another thought to spare, Jimin leaned in that final inch, and finally, finally , their lips were able to meet in the middle. 

Jimin barely moved her body. The warmth of Minjeong’s lips against hers sent a jolt through her being. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was slow and and careful. Jimin hoped that Minjeong was treading perfectly in the new waters she had submerged herself in. She didn’t want to scare Minjeong away.

When the two broke apart, their faces were close. Jimin hadn’t pulled back yet. She didn’t think she could, anyway. Her heart wouldn’t let her. Her forehead rested against Minjeong’s. Their breaths mingled together in the quiet aftermath of their kiss. The air in between them was light.

Neither of them said anything yet. They stayed like that, with their eyes closed, just drinking each other in and staying close together. Jimin’s hand brushed against Minjeong’s side, her breathing slowing down, but her heart continued to race on. She could feel the lingering warmth of Minjeong’s lips on her own–she contemplated bringing up her hand to just bask in it–and she didn’t want the moment to end.

“For what it’s worth, I’m happy you’re not going anywhere,” Jimin whispered into Minjeong, her voice quiet but full of meaning. She opened her eyes and looked at the woman with a small, genuine smile on her face.

Minjeong didn’t say anything to that, but Jimin didn’t need her to. The look in her eyes said everything that she needed to hear right there. It was everything to her, more than enough for her.

When Jimin leaned in for another kiss, a soft, playful smile curved on her lips before she chuckled, “You know…I still technically won. I’d like my payment.” 

Minjeong dramatically scoffed. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. There was no real bite to her words, just a faint smirk that wanted to appear.

Jimin’s grin widened. “You bet I am.” 

Minjeong shook her head, but Jimin saw the faint blush creep up her neck and the way her body subconsciously leaned more into hers. “Fine,” she relented with a sigh. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you next time.”

“Next time?” Jimin tilted her head.

“Yeah…do you want there to be a next time?” The younger woman said hesitantly.

“You know I do, baby.” Jimin’s hand slipped down to intertwine with Minjeong’s. “Come on.” Jimin helped her off her lap, and once they were up, she started to tug Minjeong towards her bedroom. She could feel the electric buzz that came with the buildup of excitement inside her the further they moved through the hall.

They passed through the grandiose space of Jimin’s villa, cold marble beneath their feet, and the distant hum coming from the city was a whisper through the walls. Jimin couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face.

Finally reaching her bedroom, Jimin didn’t bother to flip on the light switch. The room was dim, with the evening light casting a soft, pale glow through the tall glass windows. Everything felt quiet and intimate. She stepped inside, her hand still holding Minjeong’s, and led her toward the bed.

Jimin felt like her senses were going into overdrive. Every sound she could hear was more pronounced–the rustle of her soft sheets as she slowly sat down on the edge, the soft padding of Minjeong’s muted footsteps against the floor rug as she followed her, and the heaviness of her breathing.

Her hands instinctively slid across Minjeong’s hips, fingers pressing into the curve in front of her. Minjeong’s hands, in return, rested gently on Jimin’s shoulders. Her eyes met the younger woman’s, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Jimin could feel the weight of the moment settle over her, thick with unspoken words, with something more than what they both were used to. The teasing, the jokes, the banter in public. Jimin’s voice came out in a low murmur.”Well, I’m still waiting for my payment.”

 Minjeong scoffed and lightly pushed Jimin towards the bed. She laughed and shook her head. “You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath, but her soft smile betrayed the affection behind her words.

Jimin let herself fall back onto her elbows, watching Minjeong start to move with a slow, deliberate, sensual grace. Her breath hitched as the younger moved toward her. Minjeong’s every movement seemed to stretch time, drawing out the moment. Jimin couldn’t be ever more grateful. Their eyes never once broke contact. 

She felt the mattress shift under Minjeong’s weight, the subtle creak of the springs as she rested her knees beside Jimin’s thighs, and the faint brush of her hand on the sliver of skin that appeared when her shirt rode up during the exchange. Her mind raced with thoughts of what would come next, but for right now, she let herself get lost in the moment. In the closeness of Minjeong, and in the way her body felt so warm and comforting next to hers.

Slowly, Minjeong’s hand moved to her arm, tracing a gentle path up it. Her touch was light, and Jimin shivered under the contact, goosebumps rising under where Minjeong’s fingers grazed. Her eyes came to a close for a moment, her lips parting as she let out a soft breath.

Jimin didn’t feel the need to speak. Everything she wanted to say, everything she felt deep in her chest, was laid right there in the way she leaned in, all in the way her body responded to the touch of Minjeong’s. When the younger woman’s fingers reached her face, the tips brushing lightly across her jawline, Jimin’s eyes opened again and met her gaze.

With only a soft sigh, she pulled Minjeong toward her, closing any distance that remained between them once more. Their lips met in a kiss that was slower this time, far more profound. Jimin’s hand moved to the back of Minjeong’s neck, her fingers tangling in red dyed hair as she pulled her closer.

She was beginning to lose herself in the feel of Minjeong’s lip against her own. She could feel the tautness in Minjeong, too, as her hands moved more urgently now, gripping the bunched shirt near her waist, forcing her closer. It left the older woman almost drunk and dazed by the intoxicating feeling. Her mind was spinning, the way they fit together perfectly, how they moved in sync.

Jimin shifted, her arms wrapping around Minjeong’s waist and forcing her down onto the bed with her so they were chest to chest. The sheets rustled beneath them, and the sheet fabric was almost too cool for her liking, but it didn’t matter. All she could focus on was the feel of Minjeong in her arms, the comforting weight of her body pressing against hers and leaving her breathless.

The intensity of the kiss started to slow down, becoming softer. Jimin’s breathing was heavy, and she could feel herself become desperately more aroused the sooner this went on, but still she found herself wanting to savor this, to take her time with the beauty in front of her. She pulled away, and her eyes met Minjeong’s. She saw the same softness there that mirrored the own in her heart—the same desire.

Jimin sat up and brought Minjeong with her. 

Jimin reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around Minjeong’s waist. Her fingertips trailed softly over her back before moving to the buttons of the flannel. Her fingers brushed against the soft fabric, pausing at the first button. Her eyes flickered up to meet Minjeong’s. “This was mine, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm…” Minjeong’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling a little quicker. “You said I could keep it.”

“I did.” Jimin’s fingers continued their slow journey down the row of buttons.

“Did you want it back?” Minjeong’s hand remained on Jimin’s jawline, her thumb softly caressing the skin there, tracing circles.

Jimin smiled faintly. “No. It suits you way better. I should really leave some more clothes around when I visit.”

Minjeong’s fingers trailed through Jimin’s long hair.“Mm…is this the Jimin way of saying you like seeing me in them?”

Once the older woman had undone the last button, her hands stilled. “I like seeing you in anything I own,” she whispered against her lips. “But…” Her fingers grazed the warm skin under her fingertips as she pushed the fabric aside gently. She heard the quiet whimper out of Minjeong–felt how she pulled her hair when her knuckle brushed against her breast. “I especially love seeing you take it off.”  It made her smile–a soft, affection one that was all for Minjeong.

“Good?”

Minjeong nodded, leaning into her touch. “Better than good.”

Jimin’s eyes softened. She leaned to press a tender kiss to Minjeong’s lips, slow and lingering. Her hand traveled to Minjeong’s shoulder and helped the younger woman slide the flannel off her. The fabric slipped down, inch by inch, exposing more of her skin to the dimly lit room and at the mercy of Jimin’s gaze. It pooled at Minjeong’s elbows before falling away entirely.

Soon after, Minjeong’s hands glided up Jimin’s sides. Her fingertips grazed the fabric of her shirt. There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question in the way Minjeong’s fingers paused at the hem. Jimin lifted her head and met Minjeong’s eyes. She gave her a silent nod, and slowly, Minjeong gathered the material in her hands and lifted it. The material slid upward, brushing against Jimin’s skin, exposing her the same way Jimin did to her, before being carefully pulled over her and discarded.

The cool air of the room caressed her bare skin. A subtle shiver rippled through her spine. The chill wasn’t the cause of her breath being taken away–it was the way Minjeong continued to look at her. There was no rush, no hunger to her gaze–just pure tenderness. A tenderness that made Jimin feel seen, exposed in a way that was deeper than simply taking off her shirt. It was like Minjeong was finally seeing her, all of her genuine self.

Her eyes lingered, soft and warm, tracing all of Jimin’s features, committing every curve, each line that made her face, as if she hadn’t been in this situation dozens of times, hadn’t seen her bare during their intimate encounters.

Minjeong’s hands followed her gaze, sliding down slowly, making Jimin tremble under her touch. Her fingers brushed alongside the waistband of her pants, making the older woman shift underneath her. 

Jimin felt how Minjeong hesitated for a second, that familiar flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but she quickly assured the young woman with a nod. Helping her out further, she grasped Minjeong’s hands with her own and helped guide them toward the zipper of her pants.

Minjeong’s eyes flickered to meet Jimin’s briefly, and she smiled softly before nodding along with her. She popped open the front button, the sound almost seemingly echoing in the room, and unzipped the rest of the ensemble. She tugged at the waistband, sliding the fabric down milky skin, inch by inch. As it continued to move further, Minjeong moved off Jimin’s lap, standing up to help her out of her pants and underwear. Jimin arched her hips up, lifting herself to make it a lot easier for Minjeong to peel away everything. The younger woman worked with gentle reverence, pulling them down past her thighs and calves before letting them pool on the floor under them.

Jimin sat up slowly after Minjeong was done helping her out of her pants. She took a moment to breathe in slowly, as her gaze followed Minjeong as she stepped closer again. Her heart swelled with emotions that she still hadn’t been able to get a tight grasp on. Not thinking about it, she reached out, wrapping her arms around Minjeong’s waist, pulling her in gently until her cheek rested against Minjeong’s bare stomach.

She closed her eyes and felt Minjeong’s hand resting on the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair in a way that made her feel safe and protected. Minjeong always had that effect on her, like she had that magical ability to shelter her from any storm that forms inside her head.

She sighed quietly, her lips moved barely an inch, and she whispered something into the soft skin of Minjeong’s stomach. Jimin wasn’t sure if Minjeong heard her–hell, if it hadn’t been for that rumble she felt from her voice, she would’ve assumed she said it only in her head.

Minjeong’s hand paused her movement, fingers still woven in the woman’s hair. “What’d you say, baby?” She cradled Jimin’s head, coaxing her to look up at her. With a loving motion, she tilted Jimin’s head back, and her thumb brushed alongside her jawline until their eyes made contact.

Jimin blinked at her. She swallowed; it was still strange for her to feel and be this vulnerable, so open, after all these years of repressed emotion, but this all felt right. She hadn’t felt the need to hide behind her walls in a while, not with her. Slowly, voice barely above a murmur, she repeated the words.

“Just…thank you for being here.” It was a simple enough statement, but her arms tightened slightly around her waist, the grip a silent plea to Minjeong, to understand just how much this meant to her.

Minjeong’s response was immediate. She replied with a soft, “I told you I’d be here. I meant it.” Her thumb brushed lightly over her cheek, a small gesture that Jimin leaned into. Without breaking any of the intimate eye contact, Jimin’s hand found the waistband of Minjeong’s pants, and her fingers hooked it into the fabric. Minjeong leaned down to press her lips against Jimin’s forehead. “Please.”

Taking another deep breath to steady herself from going all sorts of crazy, Jimin slowly worked on helping Minjeong out of her pants and underwear. After she was done with the zipper, she peeled it all away and eased it down nice and slowly, just for her pleasure. 

Her hand trailed upwards, starting from her calves, where her featherlight touches had Minjeong shakily exhaling through her nose, and ending in between her thighs, where she ‘accidentally’ brushed her middle and index right where she needed attention, drawing a whimper out of the younger woman. 

Still sitting down on the bed while Minjeong stood in front of her, Jimin attempted to stand up so they could be at equal height, but the other woman quickly and forcibly sat her back down. A little surprised by the reaction, Jimin ignored Minjeong leaning down to her sitting height until her lips felt hot breath ghosting over, and Minjeong’s nose brushed against hers. Minjeong whispered, “I think I still want you under me for a little bit more, okay?”

Jimin couldn’t even mutter out a single syllable. Minjeong had taken away her ability to voice out anything when she dove in with a quick ferocity. She was merciless. She started slow and easy but almost immediately went from zero to one hundred, all open-mouth kisses and tongues clashing against each other.

Minjeong soon climbed back onto her lap, and Jimin had to grasp the soft sheets underneath her. This was all intense to the older woman, and she didn’t want to make any moves and hurt Minjeong in the process, especially when she wanted to dig her fingers into her skin. The sloppy, wet sound that came from their kissing had her throbbing down there.

The red-haired woman pulled away, and Jimin, dazed, attempted to chase her lips again. There was a string of saliva connecting them, and Jimin’s eyes were so hazy she could only focus on the sight of Minjeong’s lips. A pant left her mouth, and she realized how much air she was lacking. She took a breath, and Minjeong’s lips started to move and form words, but Jimin didn’t catch any of them. “Wha…?”

The younger woman’s breathless laugh reached her ears. She leaned in closer, and Jimin prepared herself for the next round of their vulgar making out. She takes in a breath and moves her head to meet her in the middle. However, when she closes her eyes and leans, she’s met with nothing but cold air. Instead of lips on her own, she feels teeth nipping at the tip of her ear. A garbled whine leaves her mouth. Her hips jolt up and push into the woman on top of her. The latter’s eyes lit up while Jimin could feel the heat on her cheeks.

“Pay attention to what I say, baby.” Minjeong purred. “Let’s try something new?”

Jimin, still disorientated and confused from the proposition, still nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” Minjeong’s thumb slides along Jimin’s bottom lip. Her lips parted in an attempt to take another shaky inhale, but Minjeong took that as her opportunity to push her thumb into her mouth. It took every ounce of her willpower not to whimper around the intruding digit. “Now, adjust your leg until I say so.”

Jimin’s wordless nod was a tad bit too enthusiastic, but she tried to play it off with cool nonchalance. Her hazy, unfocused eyes weren’t helping her much either. The redhead removed her thumb in favor of holding onto her shoulders. Jimin mourned the loss but still adjusted her leg as instructed.

She swallowed nervously. Her thigh met Minjeong’s bare, soaked cunt before she heard a sharp gasp and watched on as her lover threw her head back.

So, this is what Minjeong meant by something new. Her attention quickly redirected to Minjeong’s glistening cunt coating her thigh with her own arousal as she attempted to find the right place.  

“ ‘min?”

Jimin snapped her head back up to Minjeong’s face. “Yeah?”

“Hel…” She moaned in frustration. “Help me out here a little?” She tried to get some more friction going on her clit; clearly in vain as Minjeong tried harder to grind against her; small puffs of air kept leaving her mouth as she was starting to get more frustrated. Jimin let go of the sheets and put her hands back on what’s seemingly her favorite place tonight: Minjeong’s hips. She squeezed, and Minjeong whined. “Please, baby. Need you bad.”

Jimin got the message loud and clear. She left a kiss on her neck and whispered against heated skin, “I got you.” She flexed her thigh muscles, hoping it would help Minjeong get more pressure on her untouched clit. With her strength, she helped her out by pushing and pulling Minjeong’s lower body. Back and forth. Forward, backward.

Minjeong moaned with apparent relief. “God, thank you s–so much.”

Jimin herself had to hide a poorly concealed moan when Minjeong, in her faraway world now, pushed her chest upwards. Doing so, she ended up brushing her breasts with Jimin’s. The woman felt shocks of pleasure prick her spine from the feeling.

Minjeong was starting to find an optimal rhythm, humping her thigh a bit harder now.

May the FIA themselves strike down Jimin for saying this, but she’d much rather perform the most dangerous dive bomb into the start of turn one and take out half the grid with her than ever forget the breathtaking sight that is a needy Kim Minjeong at this moment. From the slick decorating her thigh, there’s something about this woman that’s riling Jimin up so, so terribly to the point that all she wants–wants nothing more than Minjeong’s hand to sneak down and rub her clit until they’re both losing rhythm from chasing their orgasms. Yu Jimin isn’t a beggar, though–but if Minjeong made her….

Instead of dwelling on that quite striking thought, she has to stop Minjeong from moving for a bit while she moves her thigh to try and help her more. The redhead whines and meets air mid-grind. She opens her mouth to protest, but Jimin assures her with a peck on the lips, “I know, but this is to help you. Trust me.”

Minjeong huffed but relented to her hold. Her hands, holding onto soft skin, soon turned into splayed palms gliding all over the woman’s torso. From down there, to jutting ribs, to perky breasts begging to be touched. Jimin’s hands stopped their journey right under her breasts. She heard how Minjeong’s breath stuttered after. 

The older woman chuckled and contemplated whether or not she should toy with the woman more. Except when Minjeong pushed her chest forward, she decided it was better than to tease. Two fingers find her nipple and start to play with it.  The redhead brings her cunt back down to Jimin’s flexed thigh and immediately starts her grinding back up. She chokes on a moan. Jimin couldn’t keep up with her, but she added her other hand to the mix.

Tugging, rolling, pulling–anything that resulted in an appreciative noise from the woman, she did it all. In her thoughts, all she could think and wish about was being able to have a nipple in her mouth, but alas, the current position the two found themselves in would lead to Jimin awkwardly craning her head trying to do so. Unfortunately for the woman, she had to settle with what she had. She couldn’t be greedy or complain, considering what’s happening now.

While she was still thinking about that, Minjeong surprised her. She heard the hardly decipherable words coming out in moans and the heavy whimpers out of her lover’s mouth. She didn’t have a clue that Minjeong would lean down in swift haste. She grabbed Jimin’s head and tangled her fingers in black hair again–Jimin was starting to think that was her favorite spot.  She felt how her fingers were forcing her closer and finally understood what the woman needed—a kiss to keep her grounded. 

Reacting to Minjeong’s sudden movements, Jimin felt like her entire body was experiencing overload from the sound of their sloppy kissing and the involuntary noises leaving both of them now, the feel of Minjeong’s soaking pussy on her thigh, and the smell of sex in the air. 

Minjeong pulled away from their kiss and held Jimin in place while she kept her close and panted in her mouth. Jimin took that opportunity to study her. Her eyes screwed shut, her face scrunched up in effort and pleasure wracking her. Her eyes drifted downward, and she swallowed at the sight that greeted her. The way Minjeong was riding her, it was practically like ice was put down from how fluid and slippery the woman moved, but, incredibly, all of that was Minjeong. She did all of this for Jimin. Only for her.

“Close…” Minjeong whispered into her mouth. “Really,” she whimpered, “r–really close.” Her hands fall from Jimin’s head, but her arm wraps itself tight around Jimin’s neck.

“Yeah, honey? You’re going to make an even bigger mess than what you already did on my thigh?” Minjeong nodded. “Look at me.”  One of her hands abandoned Minjeong’s breast in favor of reaching up and ensuring that the woman stayed in place. “Look at me when you come.”

“Jimin…” Minjeong’s moans become louder now. “Mm–fuck, I’m–” She hadn’t been able to finish her sentence. She froze for a split second, and then she let out a long breathy whine. The arm around Jimin’s neck tightened even further, leaving her at the mercy of a little lack of air. 

She has yet to cease her movements on her thigh. “That’s my girl,” Jimin whispered. “That’s my beautiful girl.”

Finally, Minjeong stopped. She buried her head in Jimin’s shoulder but turned her head and picked up Jimin’s hand, which had fallen in between them. She examined it and turned it around to land a sweet kiss on her palm. The older woman swore her heart stopped for a momentary flash–perhaps it was an exaggeration, but that’s exactly what it felt like.

Minjeong’s first words after that intense orgasm were, “Can we go for another round?”

Jimin chuckled incredulously. “Really? Another one?” She felt Minjeong nod. “Alright, and if we do end up doing another round like you’re saying, do you want to keep…you know,” she gestured to the mess on her thigh, “doing this or?”

Minjeong immediately shot up from her spot–almost hitting Jimin right on the nose. “I have the perfect idea.”

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“And how do I know you won’t suffocate me and leave me for dead?” Jimin mumbled under her breath, digging her head back into the array of pillows against the headboard.

“Easy. I don’t want a murder charge on my clean record. If you feel like you can’t breathe, just tap on my thigh.” She grabbed one of Jimin’s hands and moved it to her thigh to showcase what she meant. She tapped twice. “Just like that!”

Jimin nodded. She swallowed audibly and smiled dazedly, “I can’t believe that we haven’t done this at all yet. To be completely honest with you, Minjeong…I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Yeah?” Minjeong said with a wide grin, framing her legs on either side of Jimin’s head. “For how long, baby?”

“Too long.”

“Seconds are ticking by. What’re waiting f–hah!” She was cut off from a moan.

Jimin surged up, licking a broad stripe up her pussy. Even from the first taste, Jimin’s clit throbbed desperately just for attention. Minjeong was gushing all over her tongue, and if Jimin let her mind wander too much, she was sure she’d go feral.

Minjeong’s hips began to gently grind up and down Jimin’s face. One of Minjeong’s hands came to grab at the headboard, and the other to grasp and hold a handful of Jimin’s hair. Jimin smiled in her head and grabbed her ass and squeezed. The redhead moaned appreciatively.

Her hands moved down to dig her fingers into the plush skin of Minjeong’s thighs and forcibly pulled her down to bury her face in her pussy. She sucked Minjeong’s clit harder, and her tongue kept darting out to push, lick vigorously, and soothe. Minjeong gasps loudly, “Oh fuck. Right there, baby. Mm, I don’t think I’m going…to…last much longer.”

By now, Jimin didn’t need verbal confirmation to let her know that. Minjeong’s moans and whimpers were becoming louder now. Not to mention the sound of Minjeong’s nails scratching the headboard and the growl that left her throat when Minjeong tightened her hold on Jimin’s hair–it's always a damned weak point of hers. The younger woman’s wetness was smearing itself all over Jimin’s lower face.

Honestly, hadn’t the older woman been so focused on helping Minjeong bring her to orgasm, she would’ve stopped what she was doing and lifted Minjeong above just to lick all of it up.

Jimin’s gaze came to see Minjeong’s face in absolute bliss. She was smiling to herself and kept babbling, “S–so good…me.” Whatever Minjeong was trying to say evidently didn’t come right at all. Jimin doubted the woman could even chain together a proper sentence by now.

“ ‘min…” Jimin hummed her response under her, and Minjeong groaned. “Fuck, please. Don’t stop.”

Minjeong drops her head on the headboard, and her hips start to buck up wildly. Thank god, Jimin had her hands on her thighs. Otherwise, she was sure she would actually suffocate. “S’ close. Close. Please. Please…stop. Stop.”

Eyebrows furrow at the request, but Jimin still does as she’s told. The younger woman picked her head up and responded quickly, “What’re you doing?! Don’t stop!”

As Minjeong desperately requested of her, Jimin’s tongue swirled and darted with renewed vigor in her eagerness to satisfy the woman above her. She could feel the tension of Minjeong’s orgasm build with how her thighs quivered, with the way her hips lost their rhythm and became more frenzied. 

The redhead howled with pleasure, but she begged for more. “Please, ‘min. I need something. Anything inside me.” Jimin complied and introduced a slim finger into her pussy.

“hgnh, that’s it, baby. ’m going to–to…” 

Jimin felt a sudden surge of power as Minjeong’s body tensed up, her legs wrapping and stiffening around her head in a snake-like vice. The older woman felt a triumphant thrill and a sense of pride the more she held her in place as her tongue and hand continued to work their magic on Minjeong.

From her position, Jimin watched Minjeong’s face morph into complete and utter ecstasy. She loved it–loved all of this and more. Minjeong’s hips continued to buck, and Jimin had to hold on tight to ensure she still had a steady rhythm to get her down from her high. Minjeong’s pussy clamped down on her finger, and the taste of her orgasm enveloped her taste buds.

Jimin lapped at her lover greedily. She continued to savor the moment, even as Minjeong’s body started to tremble. She squirmed and tried to pull her hips away. But the older woman forced her back down onto her mouth every time she tried, even going so far as to attempt to pull her hair hard. Jimin only snapped out of her ministrations when Minjeong verbally had to tell her, “Okay, okay. Now, you can finally, mmfh, stop.”

The older woman let out a whine at the idea of having to pull away from sweet nectar, but she did it, albeit reluctantly. 

Minjeong’s soft giggles filled the room as she shuffled down to settle comfortably back into Jimin’s strong arms. Her skin was hot and slick against Jimin’s own. “You know, you can be a real big baby sometimes.” She teased lightly.

Jimin couldn’t help herself. She grinned like an idiot and tightly wrapped her arms around Minjoeng as soon as she could. She reveled in the feeling. The room was almost silent, save for the sounds of Minjeong’s occasional small whines from shifting herself and the faint hum from their mixed breathing. Jimin’s chest rose and fell steadily, finally calm after practically being smothered by the younger woman.

Breaking the silence, Jimin had something she wanted to ask. She murmured into Minjeong’s hair, “So…do you think I did a good job?”

Minjeong, who was still steadying herself from that second orgasm, groaned lightheartedly. She buried her face into Jimin’s chest like she was trying to hide herself from the question, “Yes, Jimin. You did better than good, actually.” Her voice was starting to become slower now, breathless like she suddenly had the last of her strength sapped out. “So much better…”She trailed off into a satisfied hum. The light twitching of her body, still reacting, was enough confirmation for Jimin. She felt proud of herself.

For the next couple of minutes, Jimin let the woman rest against her, simply laying in each other’s presence. She sighed to herself and kissed Minjeong’s head. Her hand started to stroke Minjeong’s back with slow, comforting circles. Soon after, Minjeong’s fingers stilled their wandering movements along her skin. While to others, it may not seem like such a big thing, for Jimin, she knew that the younger woman was thinking something.

“You’re quieter than usual,” Jimin mumbled, half-lidded eyes glancing down at her lover. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

But Minjeong kept her gaze averted and chewed on her lower lip. “Nothing’s going on.”

Jimin wasn’t convinced at all. “You’re sure?”

“Okay, well!” Minjeong started loudly but quickly quieted down. “There is something I wanted to ask you.” Her eyes dart up to meet Jimin’s own for a second before moving them down to her fingers, playing with a stray piece of fabric.

Jimin really looked at her then, smiling. She wasn’t shy by any means. Jimin knew what she was: careful, calculated, and measured. Minjeong had an ulterior motive behind all of it.

“Alright, let me hear it.”

“You have to completely hear me out when I say this, okay?”

Jimin tilted her head. “Okay. I’m hearing you out.”

At that, Minjeong brought her head up with a thousand-kilo-watt smile. “Do you remember your birthday gift?”

The older woman’s cheeks began to heat up at the memory. Does she remember…? No, it was more like, how could she ever forget it ? Minjeong had done more than surprise her that day. Buying that toy was something she’d never would’ve thought to gift to herself, so when she opened that inconspicuous box, Minjeong telling her what the purpose was. It was something that felt thrillingly out of her comfort zone at the time. The fact that she was bringing up that topic again had her heart racing at what she’d say next.

She swallowed, managing to speak a simple and rough, “Yeah,” as her face burned. “I remember.”

“Good.” She drawled, a devilish grin making its appearance. “Well, the store I bought it from had a two-for-one deal.”

Jimin blinked blankly at her before it hit her. “Wait, so you bought another one?”

She nodded with that same damned grin. She really had thought this through. “Yup. So I figured, why don’t we make a sequel?”

“Oh.” A shiver ran through her. “And, uh, what exactly would this entail?”

Minjeong started to move her fingers in a tip-toe-like motion on her bare shoulder. “Oh, you know. A re-enactment with some…let’s call it better improvements.” She emphasized with a wink at the end, and Jimin had to hold back her smile. It’s always cute seeing Minjeong try to be more assertive in bed.

“Am I allowed to know what these improvements are, or are you just going to leave me in the dark about this?”

“Hm,” Minjeong mused, a finger on her chin to look innocently thoughtful. Jimin knew she was, of course, acting it up for fun. She cast a glance Jimin’s way before continuing, “I mean, I guess. When I ended up buying both of the toys with that sale, the website had actually recommended something to me. And it gave me this great idea. Something perfect for me–for both of us, actually.”

Jimin’s heart quickened from the anticipation. She had to keep a passive expression on her face, but god, was Minjeong making it difficult for her. Minjeong’s way with words always had an intended purpose behind it, and it was working wonders for her.

“And,” Minjeong’s voice was soft, but it held confidence. “According to the measurements, it fits perfectly around my hips.”

The realization hit Jimin like a freight train. The implications behind her words made her entire body stiffen, and there was a rush of mixed emotions. Sure, both of them were always open to trying out new things–that night was a clear indicator of that–but the idea of letting Minjeong do this was a step beyond what she’d imagined. There was a part of her that wanted to hesitate, to laugh it off like a joke. This whole thing wasn’t something she’d ever envision herself doing, especially when she’s the one who’s usually wearing it. Still, the glint of warmth and confidence in Minjeong’s eyes kept her from completely removing herself from this situation. She took in a slow breath, but in her mind, she weighed Minjeong’s words.

It wasn’t that Jimin didn’t trust Minjeong–far from it. She trusted her with every bit of herself, more than she had ever trusted anyone in her life. Her mind flashed to when she had first met the woman. How cocky and flashy she was–it made Jimin despise her from the start—to now, exchanging intimate moments and holding her like she was her special someone. At this point, she practically was. Her heart beats erratically in her chest when she catches sight of her lover.

“Minjeong, I…” Jimin trailed off. She felt a hot warmth creep into her cheeks. Her hesitance made her feel shy–a childish feeling she hadn’t felt ages ago, much less with Minjeong, of all people.

However, Minjeong could always read her back and forth flawlessly. She moved closer, her hand cupping Jimin’s heated cheek, and her thumb brushed against her skin. “Hey…” Minjeong murmured while their eyes met with a single look that washed away any remaining doubts she still had. “I’m being completely serious, baby. We don’t have to do anything, okay? If this is all too much for you, you can tell me. I won’t be mad. I don’t want you ever feeling uncomfortable with anything we do.”

“No, that’s not it! I–I trust you, really!” She admitted, “It’s just that, you know, this is different compared to what we usually do.”

Minjeong smiled, and she moved her body forward to press a small kiss on her forehead. “I get it,” she said as her lips lingered. “It’s something new to both of us and completely intimidating. It’s how I felt the first time we started doing this. But I promise you, we’ll go as slow as you want. And if any of it doesn’t feel right, we immediately stop whatever we’re doing.” Her gaze never wavered as she continued, “All I want to do is make sure this feels good for you. You’re the one who’s always taking care of me these days. I want to return the favor.”

She lowered her voice down an octave. “How do I know my baby is having a good time if she can’t even come under me just once?”

“Okay!” Jimin stopped Minjeong before she became impossibly redder. She nodded to herself, “Let’s do it.”

“Atta-girl!” Minjeong affectionately kissed her forehead again and shifted to the edge of the bed before she swung her legs over the side. “I’ll be right back! I left my bag in the living room after…you know.”

She slipped out of the room, padding softly down the hall to get the accessory. Jimin heard the faint rustle of her light footsteps, the small clinks and zips from her bag rummaging through her things, and it had given Jimin a quick second to simply breathe before everything was going to be too overwhelming for her.

Soon after, Minjeong appeared back in the doorway, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her hands held a small box, which she grabbed along with a few other items. Stepping and crossing into the room, she set everything down on the bedside table, unhurried in her movements.

“Alright, so we have the lube, the harness, and the dildo. Anything else I should get before we start?” Jimin cupped her hands on her face and groaned embarrassedly into them. She felt the bed move and settle beside her, and then there was a hand resting on her shoulder. She moved her hands to see Minjeong with a concerned face, “Are you still okay with this?”

Jimin nodded, “Yeah. Sorry. It’s a lot when you’re not the one wearing… it. ”

“Don’t be sorry.” She looked around the room for a second before her shoulders deflated. "Min…I’m sorry to ask, but could you maybe help put everything on me? I don’t really know what I’m doing at all with this.” She grabbed the phallic object from the box on the nightstand and waved it around to emphasize her point. “You’re the expert here.”

Jimin had to laugh at the situation she found herself in. “Of course. Stand up for me.”

She took the harness from the bedside table. Her eyes studied the leather contraption. She looked upward and saw how Minjeong listened to her request. Carefully, she unclipped one of the clasps on it and held it open for the younger woman to step into. Minjeong’s eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink. She looked up to the ceiling.

“Alright. Let me put it on for you.” Her voice a whisper in the otherwise quiet room. She guided the harness up Minjeong’s legs, ensuring that the straps lay perfectly flat and comfortable against her skin. Jimin stilled herself so she could catch a slight glance; she wanted to drink in the sight of this right now—Minjeong, the pillow princess, wearing a harness. The worst part is that it actually looked like it belonged on her. Jimin swallowed–there was only so much of this she could take before her pussy was sopping wet. Every click from the buckle, every tightened pull it drove her mad.

Jimin was still looking up at her when Minjeong tilted her head downward. Her chest began to rise and fall with rapid, short breaths. One of her hands clenched around the toy still in her grasp, and the other hovered awkwardly around, unsure where to place it. She meekly asked, “Does it look okay?”

Jimin looked at the equipment. “...Looks more than okay. It looks perfect.” She murmured under her breath, voice evidently thick with desire. “How does it feel?”

Minjeong looked at the harness and shifted her hips to get a real sense of it. She smiled a bit, “So this is how it feels for you all the time. It’s…different, but I like it.”

“Good.” Jimin nodded and stuck out her open palm. “May I?”

“Oh, yeah! That’s right.” Minjeong handed her back the toy.

She took the dildo from her grasp, and fingers lingered against one another. Jimin looked up at her again, and they made eye contact. Even though it was making her run hot, she had to look away and carefully attach the toy to the harness to make sure it was perfectly positioned just right on the O-ring of the harness. Minjeong closed her eyes, and her head lolled backward with a muted whimper at the sight.

Once the final click of securing the dildo was ensured, something had dawned on the older woman. The toy, a cute shade of baby blue that wouldn’t be intimidating otherwise,  jutted out from Minjeong’s pelvis. 

The latter took a hesitant step forward, bringing her knees to touch the mattress. Jimin had to move a little backward. If she hadn’t, she was sure the dildo would’ve been level with her mouth. Then, realizing that, she felt a sudden rush of arousal and excitement through her.

The thought of doing that was turning her on far more than she would’ve figured, but there was still apprehension. She took the toy into her hand and tugged a bit. The length and girth of the new dildo were dwarfing her hand by a fraction more. This one definitely rivaled the one Minjeong had initially bought for her. Jimin trembled; she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take this one at all.

“Minjeong?”

“Mhm?”

She looked at the toy, “I–I don’t think that’ll be able to fit inside me….”

“We’ll make it fit,” Minjeong spoke roughly. Her eyes were unfocused before she seemingly had control of herself again. Clearing her throat, she said, “I meant I’ll help you out with that!”

Jimin tilted her head in confusion, “And what do you suggest would help me out with that?”

“Let me finger you so you can take it, baby.”

By the gods, Jimin felt nothing but liquid heat rush through her entire being from that sentence alone. “Okay.”

With trembling anticipation, Jimin spread her legs wide open for Minjeong, revealing the wet, slick pink folds of her glistening pussy. The sight of Minjeong’s hips sporting the leather harness and the toy attached to it was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She swallowed and thought to herself,

Would it still fit even with Minjeong’s help? 

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the warm heat from her cheeks flush. The brisk air welcomed and brushed against her now openly exposed pussy, sending a cold shiver down her spine. Maybe she should’ve just closed a window or something to stop all of these damned shivers.

Minjeong stepped in between her thighs. Jimin’s excitement spiked; the dildo brushed against her inner thigh. It taunted her with its size, far larger than what she initially expected. “Lay back for me, baby,” Minjeong instructed. Her voice was low and seductive. Jimin felt a head rush and had to take a deep breath. Still, she obeyed without question. She leaned back and lowered herself back down onto the soft, plush bed. Her legs stayed wide open and inviting. Even if she tried to close her legs out of embarrassment, she wouldn’t be able to. The woman’s eyes traveled down her body, lingering on her neck, before lowering down to the prize in between. Jimin knew what that meant, and she hoped it would come soon. 

Her eyes, the brown of them wholly gone, had made brief contact with Jimin’s. But she looked away and leaned down to capture her lips. Her fingers traced a path along the apex of her thigh. It was light, not nearly enough to make good enough friction, yet it still made the older woman squirm in her hold. 

Minjeong kissed her, and Jimin sighed into her mouth. Minjeong pulled away and whispered against her lips, “You’re going to love this.” With gentle fingers, Minjeong started to tease Jimin. She teased her folds, tracing the edges of her pussy. Her fingers lightly brushed over her clit, and Jimin whined quietly.

The tip of Minjeong’s fingers continued to edge ever so closer and closer to where Jimin really wanted them to be. She felt tears start to build up in her eyes from the teasing, and she canted her hips upward to silently beg for something more than just edging her. “Minjeong…” She breathlessly whispered into the air.

Minjeong got the hint and granted her wish. Jimin felt Minjeong’s index finger push gently inside her. She moaned softly. The sensation of that finger inside her was overwhelming. An intoxicating mix of pleasure that had her hips rocking, being stretched already. The pressure of her impending orgasm was already building as Minjeong’s thumb found and started to circle her clit above.

She watched how Minjeong’s small smirk that was on her face stretched into a full-fledged smile. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and excitement. It made Jimin brace herself for whatever was next. Without any kind of warning, Minjeong added a second finger into the mix, stretching Jimin even further. Jimin loudly gasped at the new intrusion inside herself. Her walls tightened around Minjeong's slim fingers like it would aid her desire for sweeter, more tantalizing pressure. The younger woman curled her fingers inside her with a come-hither motion and hit a spot that made Jimin see white stars in her vision. She choked on a moan ripped from her throat. “F–Fuck..”

Minjeong continued to take her sweet time with Jimin, adding pressure and the right amount of friction when she needed it and knowing when to ease up and stop thrusting fingers and her circling thumb when she started to get too wound up. It was overwhelming and suffocating—too much for her. But Jimin continued to whine and rock her hips when Minjeong hit all the right spots in her. This time, in what felt like forever, Jimin was the one reduced to a puddle of her own saliva pooling on the pillow beneath her and reduced to a desperate woman craving her lover’s touch.

Eventually, Jimin’s breaths grew more ragged, and her whimpers became more whinier. The pleasure continued to mount the more Minjeong slid her fingers in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. With a sudden boldness that made Jimin’s heart skip a beat, Minjeong added a third finger. “Mmfh!” It was all Jimin could say. Her grip tightened on the bed, her short nails digging hard into the fabric, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan. Her body felt like it was being pushed to the limit, and she tensed up. It was practically teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Had it not been for Minjeong’s thumb circling her clit, she was sure she would’ve backed out of this new endeavor. The pressure of her thumb increased at the same time as the depth of her finger. 

Minjeong leaned in, her breath ghosting over the shell of her ear. “Doing so well, baby. You’re so beautiful like this, coating my fingers with your come,” she cooed softly, a seductive rumbling purr that had Jimin mewling. “Every gasp that comes out of your mouth, every tremble I feel on your thighs, it’s all for me, right?” Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, and it felt like she was watching herself from a camera lens. Her mind envisioned how she looked right now, and god, was she a massive mess. “Right?” Minjeong asked again. Jimin nodded mindlessly, but it wasn’t enough for Minjeong. “No, no. Tell me it’s all for me, baby.”

“I–It’s…It’s–fuck, please, Minjeong. God.” Jimin almost sobbed.

Her free hand came up out of nowhere, and her hand squeezed her left breast.“ Tell me, Jimin. ”

She actually did sob now. “All! All for you!”

“You’re mine,” Minjeong breathed, “Completely and utterly mine. My darling girl.” The sudden claim from Minjeong had Jimin clenching harder on her fingers

The feeling was almost indescribable–it was like she was stuffed to the brim, but it was too pleasurable for Minjeong to pull out her fingers. It made her toes curl inward, and her breath come out in ragged gasps. Her thighs shook, and the burning heat at the pit of her stomach felt scalding. Her body arched off the mattress to try and meet Minjeong’s hand halfway, urging the younger woman to move faster, harder for her.

Through half-lidded eyes, Jimin watched Minjeong’s hand continue to disappear and reappear between her legs. She continued to maintain a steady and heavy pace. Jimin’s bedroom was thick with the scent of her arousal permeating the room and their moans, punctuated by the sounds of Minjeong’s fingers burrowing in and retracting out of her pussy.

Minjeong whispered into her ear again, “You’re so close, aren’t you, darling?” The question hung in the air. Jimin had to leave it unanswered. She didn’t even bother to try to answer; the answer was evident on her face. Her eyebrows were scrunched, she could barely keep her eyes open, and her mouth stayed open with small pants continuing to leave her mouth. Her muscles tensed and released from the effort of holding back her impending orgasm so she wouldn’t come too early, but it was so hard with the way Minjeong was handling her like a fiddle. 

Withdrawing slightly, Minjeong’s fingers slid out halfway, meeting resistance from how tight Jimin was starting to become, only to push back with a slower, clearly deliberate pace that had the older woman both whining from the pace and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She tried to move her hips, but Minjeong’s hand on her breast moved to her waist to stop her from moving. Minjeong chuckled at her expense. “Not yet,” she murmured, her breath hot against her skin. “I want to make sure this lasts as long as I can make it.” And with those words, she started the relentless pace back up.

The younger woman’s pace never let up afterward, the thumb rolling and circling cher lit ever so unyielding as her fingers practically battered into her and came out with resistance the more Jimin was edged.

“Minjeong!” Jimin cried out. Minjeong had brought her to the precipice of her orgasm. “Please.” Only for her to pull back her pace just long enough to leave her begging. It was a relentless cycle that Jimin saw no end to just yet; it was unbearable. Minjeong’s hand coaxed every last drop of pleasure from her quivering form.

Finally, it seemed like Minjeong was letting her orgasm crest higher to the peak. She felt it building towards something she wouldn’t be able to contain much longer. Now, her body was starting to become beyond wound up.

Minjeong moaned into her ear and said roughly, “I can’t wait until you come so I can taste you on my fingers.” 

She lost it. Her eyes squeezed from the onslaught of the intense pleasure, and Jimin’s back arched off the bed, body bowing from its force. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around Minjeong’s fingers, but one thing was sure. Said muscles held on tightly as her orgasm continued to rip through her. Through the haze of it, she heard the low, satisfied chuckle coming from her lover and how her hand slowed down gently, allowing her the great pleasure of seeing her aftershocks all the way to the end. Eventually, she withdrew her hand altogether.

Her entire body fell back and collapsed onto the soft sheets underneath her. Jimin was a panting and trembling mess. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, even with the shallow pants. Her vision swam, and it felt like her bedroom was spinning from her perspective. She clutched the sheets to anchor herself back to reality. But even after the last of the aftershocks left her body, she knew that Minjeong was far from finished with her yet. After all, she still had the fake cock poking at her thighs.

“God, Jimin. What do you think I should do about the mess you made all over my fingers? Hm, I know.”

Minjeong brought her glistening, wet fingers below her nose and closed her eyes slowly. She inhaled deeply through her nose, along with her shoulders rising, and evidently was savoring the intoxicating musk permeating the slim digits. Then, while Jimin watched, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, she dragged her fingers down to her open, awaiting mouth. The redhead hummed around them when she pushed. She took her time licking each finger, and Jimin saw how her tongue swirled around filthily, like her come was the sweetest candy she had come by in an eternity. Jimin bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight.

The room’s ambiance was filled by the sound of Minjeong’s wet tongue slathering, sucking, and making sure every bit of the skin on her fingers wasn’t neglected. When the younger woman finally pulled her hand away with a wet pop, she opened her eyes back up. “You taste absolutely divine, baby,” she said as the desire in her voice was thick. She smiled at Jimin’s dazed expression. “Fucking irresistible as ever.”

Fuck, Jimin was already starting to throb down there. Her pussy wouldn’t listen to her when it was under the thrall of a woman named Kim Minjeong. Her mind snapped back to the present when Minjeong’s velvety voice cut through the lustful haze.

“Can I fuck you with this now, baby?” She asked while her fingers traced the toy’s length. “Or do you still want my fingers inside you for another round?”

Jimin’s cheeks burned brighter than the sun now, and she nodded her consent. She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, and the amount of slickness on her inner thighs was insane.

Her eyes naturally drifted down to Minjeong’s hand on the base of the strap-on. Minjeong tapped the tip of it on her clit, and Jimin moaned in return. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Her tone was one of playfulness, but Jimin heard the underlying seriousness from her. She nodded.

“You know, I’d appreciate you actually telling me a yes.”

“Yeah,” She could barely get her voice to cooperate with her. It was barely above an octave up a whisper. “Please.”

Minjeong’s smile grew wolfish. “Just let me grab the lube.” She turned her upper torso to grab the bottle, standing stationary on her bedside table. Jimin didn’t think it was necessary for her to slather the dildo with lube, especially when they took into account how absolutely soaked she was in between her thighs. However, she still appreciated that Minjeong thought of her comfort.

“Wait!” Jimin raised her voice. It interrupted Minjeong, and she turned back around with a puzzled look on her face. The older woman’s audible gulp didn’t mask how loud her heartbeat was in her ears. Still, she went along with her words by saying, “I know a better way to get it lubed up.”

Minjeong chuckled skeptically. “What would be better than lube?”

Slightly trembling, Jimin shifted herself closer to the edge of her mattress. And now, her face was level with the fake cock. She reached up with one hand and delicately wrapped her fingers around it. It was cold against her skin. She leaned in and closed her eyes. She swiped half of her tongue across the head of the toy and then, when she got a sense of it, parted her lips to take in the first inch with a moan lodged in her throat. Jimin felt Minjeong’s hand make its way to the top of her head and then lowered itself to tangle in her hair. She let Jimin make up the rhythm. Soon, she took more inches, and judging by the moan of approval from the redhead; the sight must’ve been a sultry one.

After she became used to all of the inches, Jimin began to bob her head up and down, coating it with her saliva. She took it out of her mouth and moved her head to swirl her tongue around the base and slide it all the way across her side. Eventually, Jimin decided that it was slick enough. With one last suck to the head, she let her hand and the dildo drop. It glistened in the light. 

Roughly, she said, “All lubed up now.” She looked up at Minjeong and then used the back of her hand to wipe away the excess drool at the corner of her lips.

She moved to position herself back to the middle of the mattress and onto her back. She didn’t make a move to open her legs, instead choosing to leave them closed to tease Minjeong. Her hand, however, reached down to circle her clit. She sighed after she made contact and watched through hazy eyes how Minjeong framed her body between her thighs. The younger woman’s hands touched Jimin’s knees and gently pushed them open. She leaned into her ear, hot breath against her skin, and whispered, “You’re so wet for me. It’s like you’re begging for me to take you right here, right now.”

Minjeong’s hand took the slick dildo by the base and ran it through Jimin’s folds. Jimin felt how her thighs quivered the more Minjeong traced the length of her fake cock along her slit. It kept passing over her clit, making her arch into it.

Finally, Minjeong aligned the dildo on her entrance. She leaned forward. Jimin gasped when Minjeong’s breasts pressed against her own and made a choked noise when the tip of the dildo nudged against her. With no warning, Minjeong pushed into her. Jimin closed her eyes shut at the sudden intrusion and whined into Minjeong’s shoulder.

“Just like this?” Minjeong asked.

“Just…Just like that,” Jimin nodded, albeit very hesitantly. She didn’t want to bruise the younger woman’s ego, but she was pretty much doing terribly. “Go a little slower, though. Let me adjust.”

Despite her enthusiasm, it was abundantly clear that Minjeong could never top her again. Obviously, she was more accustomed to Jimin getting her off than the other way around. Minjeong’s initial thrusts with the toy were clumsy, shallow, and all-around erratic. Jimin felt herself having to bite down on her lower lip to muffle down the frustration in her bones. Instead, she made a fake moan to try to encourage her. “Mmgh…”

Her body tensed up every time Minjeong pushed into her with entirely misplaced strokes. The toy would slide in and then out, with no natural rhythm behind it or that pressure that would catapult her into an orgasmic state. If Jimin hadn’t been so focused on willing herself to find some kind of satisfaction, she would’ve found this whole situation amusing. Minjeong was such a contrast to Jimin.

Suddenly, Jimin felt the tip of the dildo hit her cervix and felt a sharp pain shoot through her; she couldn’t hold back the visible wince on her face.  She snapped open her eyes and met Minjeong’s concerned and confused gaze. She swallowed, “Minjeong,” her voice was strained while Minjeong kept thrusting into her. “Can you just–Could you stop for a second?”

Minjeong stopped immediately but still stayed inside of her. “What’s wrong?”

Jimin took in a breath to find the right words to say. “I think that we should, we should find a slower pace, and maybe, uh, find a different angle.” No matter how frustrated she was, she knew that this was a first for Minjeong, and Jimin didn’t want to make her feel bad for anything she was doing. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. Let’s try it again.”

Minjeong nodded at her suggestion, even though she had an embarrassed grimace on her face, masked by a terrible attempt at a smile. She pushed back inside her again. This time, with the suggestion of what Jimin said, she was getting more control and more precision. The pressure was definitely starting to get there and way better; even the angle was catering to Jimin’s needs. Yet somehow, the sensation remained just shy of the pleasure she desperately craved. 

She watched Minjeong’s face. It was crystal clear how eager she was to please, and Jimin felt her heart expand tenfold at the thought of her dedication. But she knew that she had to be honest with Minjeong if they both wanted a good time today. “Minjeong. It’s still not…right.” She paused. Jimin had an idea in her mind. “What if, no, why don’t I just ride you instead of this?”

Minjeong’s eyes lit up immediately, and she eagerly nodded. After they both separated, she quickly moved and mirrored the same position Jimin was in, not even a minute ago. “Please, show me how to make you feel good like this,” she whispered. 

After Minjeong settled herself, Jimin moved to position herself over Minjeong. Her legs straddled her hips, and with one hand, she aligned the toy back to her entrance. Soon after, she lowered herself onto Minjeong’s fake cock with a soft sigh. The toy was able to slide in smoothly thanks to her own self-lubrication–by her pussy and by her mouth–and she couldn’t back a moan when she sheathed the whole length inside of her. She lifted her gaze from the dildo disappearing gradually into her and met Minjeong’s. With an encouraging nod from the redhead, she started to move, her hips rising and falling in time.

With every dip, every swish, every time she circled her hips, she grew more and more bolder. Steadier and confident, too. Jimin leaned forward, her hands finding their rightful place on Minjeong’s shoulders. “Fuck, Minjeong. Y–You’re s…so big. God….” 

She dug her nails into her while she scrambled to deepen whatever length wasn’t inside yet–spoiler alert, all of it was inside of her. Her body craved more. It demanded more from the fake cock, demanded a release after all Minjeong put her through. The younger woman’s hands made their way to her moving hips and squeezed. 

Her gaze drifted down from Minjeong’s face to her chest, rising and falling in sync with Jimin’s. Jimin couldn’t help herself anymore. She reached for one breast and took it into her hand. The small pants out of Minjeong’s mouth were replaced with whines the more Jimin played and tweaked her nipples.  Jimin could already feel herself beginning to lose it.

She didn’t feel anything but the toy inside of her; she had even closed her eyes again to focus on her stuttering rhythm. Too lost to the mind-numbing haze, Jimin’s breath hitched in surprise when wandering fingers suddenly encircled her throat, her pulse quickening at the situation. Minjeong applied just enough pressure, enough to be gentle but enough to be firm, to send Jimin trembling in her grasp. It made her vulnerable, and tears were starting to prick in her eyes. She felt her walls clenching hard on the fake inside of her.

Minjeong’s grip on her throat tightened slowly the more she went on. Jimin knew what that meant, a silent command to let go of the last semblance of herself. The older woman could do nothing but obey her. Her hips picked up speed–driven by her desperate need to reach that mind-bending orgasm finally that she’d been begging for all night. Minjeong had even gone so far as to sneak her other hand from her waist to one of her breasts. She dug her nails ever so slightly, and it sent a shiver so harsh it made her jolt down her spine. “Jesus–Christ, I think I’m going to…come.”

She barely caught onto what Minjeong was saying under her. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Use me like a toy.”

The added sensation of a hand on her breast, thumbing her sensitive nipple, and Minjeong saying those words finally sent her hurtling into oblivion. “Hah! C–Com–!”

Her world faded down to nothing but dull noise, and there was white behind her eyes. The more she lost herself to her orgasm, the more she cried and moaned. Her body thrashed and spasmed. Jimin leaned down and fiercely brought Minjeong into a sloppy, wet, hungry make-out. Her tongue prodded into Minjeong’s mouth, and the latter returned the favor.  

Once the last remnants of her orgasm finally left her, Jimin pulled away and threw her head back, breaking away from the kiss with a loud gasp. She collapsed onto Minjeong, head so fuzzy from the deprivation of oxygen, and her chest heaved from attempting to gain back the same thing. With a raspy voice, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Minjeong murmured. “But you and I both know that we’re not done yet.” With surprising strength, Minjeong rolled them over and flipped Jimin onto her stomach. Jimin’s eyes widened. That stupid smirk on Minjeong’s face came back. “I’m a fast learner, and now I know what to do. So, pick your poison, Jimin. Doggy or spooning?”

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Finally, after god knows how many rounds they went through–Jimin didn’t even want to bother to check her phone for the time, although, she wasn’t all too sure where it was. She was already comfy in her bed, and her head rested on her pillow. Honestly, her body went far beyond what her usual limits were, leaving the poor woman absolutely exhausted down to her bones. Jimin was ecstatic that she’d finally had a moment to simply relax and actually be able to catch her breath without the looming threat of Minjeong and her never-ending arousal. For god's sake, that woman had the libido of a jackrabbit.

The pressing warmth from Minjeong’s body against Jimin’s naked chest brought immense comfort to the older woman. It was so comforting, in fact, that she felt how heavy her eyelids were starting to get. However, she was trying hard to stay awake for a little longer. She wanted to savor the moment, but she was beginning to get drowsy. In her state, she didn’t even register Minjeong shifting in her bed to turn her body around. The corner of Jimin’s lips quirked up a bit when she was aware of Minjeong’s hand running through her hair. As much as she loved it, it was making it harder for her to keep fighting sleep. She melted into her touch regardless.

Then, she heard the young woman’s faint voice, “Jimin?”

Maybe if Jimin were more alert and lucid, she’d have responded with a half-coherent mumble. But drowsiness continued to weigh on her like a heavy blanket.

“Are you awake?” Still no response. “You know, I don’t know why I’m talking to you while you’re asleep. It probably makes me seem like a coward, but talking to you like this makes things a whole lot easier for me.”

“I don’t talk about my father a lot,” Minjeong’s fingers continued to comb through her hair. “Even Aeri hardly knows much about anything, and we’ve been friends since I went into the junior leagues. My father, though, has his own way of going through the motions of life, and he pushed that same thinking into my head as soon as I was able to think for myself. It’s like he had an entire plan set up for me.” She murmured that part to herself more than Jimin. “The first time I stepped into a go-kart, he held my helmet and made me stay in place. He said that life will never be easy for me. If I wanted to become something, I’d have to push everything out of my head and cut out anything that would compromise my chances of getting ahead, including people. Father never let me have a friend.”

“He never said it, but I knew it.” The redhead sighed heavily. “He never wanted me to be…’soft,’ I guess? He would tell me how trivial showing your feelings would be. No matter what time, what day, or where we were, he’d remind me and push it into my head that I’d never make it big if I couldn’t stay disciplined and focused.” 

Jimin noticed how tense Minjeong had become the more she continued to talk about that horrid man. She wished she could comfort her properly. Minjeong continued, “Sometimes he’d get angry. Really angry, especially when he thought that I was slacking off. He’d call me a lot of names when that happened, too. Weak, good for nothing, pathetic. Any time I went against any of his orders, he’d call me either a worthless waste of space, an utter failure, or, on the rare occasion, he’d say that he should’ve had a son instead of a daughter like me.”

“One time, one of the other kart drivers on track with me cracked a stupid joke, and I laughed. My father took that as a sign of me making friends. When we got back home, even after I placed first, he made me go into my room. When he called me back outside, he had my DS in his hands. I was so confused why he had it in his hands that I didn’t catch him moving toward the window. I heard him say, ‘No more distractions,’ before he threw it out. When he allowed me to go outside and get it, it was too broken to fix it. He never got me a new one.”

Minjeong’s voice faltered, “I think what was so terrible is that I genuinely believed every word he said like it was some form of gospel. I was so little back then. He’d make me promise, over and over again until I was tired of it, that I’d never let myself get distracted. Not to let anyone or anything knock me off course of what ‘we’ had planned. At the end of it, he’d finish it off with, ‘Love, no matter what form, will only hold you back.’“

“And yet, here I am.” She whispered tenderly. Her thumb traced a line across Jimin’s temple. “Here I am falling for you, against everything I’ve ever been taught. And do you want to know something, Jimin? Maybe he was right about other people, but I’d dare say he was wrong about you. I think he would be beyond furious if he ever found out about us. I honestly can’t tell if it’ll be because you’re my sworn rival in this sport or because you’re a girl. But you’re not so bad, are you? I wish he could see that.”

Jimin heard the longing ache in her tone. “I wish I were telling you all of this while you’re awake, but it’s terrifying for me to feel like this–let alone say it out loud so brazenly. I’m anxious, and l feel like I might explode any second because of how overwhelmed I am by this. But…I really…” Jimin felt Minjeong move to hide her face in her neck. Her voice came out a little muffled. “I really care about you a lot. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.” She scoffed, “I know I probably sound so cliché, and you’d laugh at me for saying all of that sappy stuff, but I don’t know how else to say it.”

“There’s a lot more I wish I could say to you, but I’ve never been a woman of words. So, I’ll just say this to get it off my chest. You’re everything to me. You make me feel like myself again. I don’t have to keep up with fake appearances when I’m with you anymore. Some days, I feel so lucky that I have you in my life, and other days, it feels like I don’t deserve you at all.” Jimin couldn’t fight back against her drowsiness anymore. She had to let the feeling win in the end, eventually. Although, before she did, she heard the tremble in Minjeong’s quick intake of air and then caught the last bit of words. “I realized something the other day.” 

“Jimin, I…think–I think I lo–”