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Jisung huffed out a breath in frustration and let herself fall back onto her bed. Nothing was happening and she was getting quite upset about it at this point. She ran through her options in her head. She could ask Jaemin what to do? Her nose wrinkled at the thought of that conversation. Ok, maybe Jeno then? A flash of Jeno’s weirded out face. She sighed, resigning herself to her fate, and picked up her phone.
“Our little Jisungie is gracing me with a call! It’s kinda late, what’s up?” Haechan’s lilting voice was tinny through the phone audio. God, this was going to be awkward.
“Hey Unnie. Um…well...the thing is…” Jisung couldn’t seem to get her words in order.
“I’m not getting any younger over here!” Haechan teased.
“Ok! Alright! I know you’re really busy right now, but if you have time, I-uh I need your help with something,” Jisung said, a flush already rising in her cheeks.
Haechan’s voice was softer this time around. “Hey, you know I’ll help you with anything. What is it?”
“Promise you won’t laugh? It’s embarrassing,” Jisung said.
“I promise ‘Sung,” Haechan replied.
“Well, it’s just that I-um I’ve been trying to,”-Jisung hissed out the next word-“masturbate. And I must be doing it wrong because nothing is happening no matter what I do. It seems to be easy from all the stuff I’ve seen but it just feels weird. But I really want to finish and I don’t know how and Iwaswonderingifmaybeyouhadanyadvice?” Jisung was a little breathless from the absolute word vomit that was the question she just asked. Her ears were practically radioactive by the time Haechan broke her stunned silence.
“You want me...to help you...get off??” Haechan said in disbelief. “Why are you asking me? Well, not that you can’t, it just seems like an odd choice-” Jisung cut off her flustered questions.
“Trust me Unnie, you were the only real option here.” They both took a moment of silence to cringe over the thought of Jisung having this conversation with anyone else.
“Well, you’re not wrong. I am the coolest and most sexy older friend that you have.” Jisung could practically hear Haechan’s ego inflating over the phone.
“Unnie, can we stay focused here?”
“Right, right. Ok, so you’re mega horny but can’t do anything about it,” Jisung whined at her blunt wording. “Nope, none of that. You came to me for help, this is what you’re gonna get.” Haechan said. Jisung smushed her face into her pillow and braced herself. “I’m more of a hands-on learner, so when I was starting out I just kinda went for it until it worked,” Haechan continued.
“Yeah, but that’s what’s not working for me right now!” Jisung reminded her.
“Huh. Well I guess the next best thing would be to just show you? While I am a god at phone sex, that doesn’t really seem to be your style,” Jisung blushed at the idea of Haechan instructing her over the phone.
“Unnie! Stop teasing me!” Jisung pouts at the clear exploitment of the situation.
“I’m sorry Jisungie, you’re just too easy sometimes!” Haechan’s laugh peaked over the phone speakers.
“But I am serious about the showing part,” she said, once she had calmed down. “When’s your next day off? I could come to the Dream dorm and help you out. Ooh! We could make it like a little date! C’mon it’ll be cute!”
Jisung was shocked by the nonchalance with which Haechan was treating this. She would take that over teasing any day though. “Fine, Unnie. Only you could make this into a cute date,” Jisung sighed.
“You love it~ I’ll see you soon baby!” Haechan promptly hung up, leaving Jisung to sputter over the abrupt pet name.
It took quite a while for both Jisung and Haechan’s schedules to allow them time together. But the day finally came. Jisung waited by the door, pacing. Earlier, Renjun had come to collect her for a hangout with the rest of the Dreamies. Jisung had panicked and said she wasn’t feeling well. Luckily Jisung was able to come up with a cover story that wasn’t “Oh, Haechan is coming over to show me how to fuck myself”. God she should really work on her excuse game.
The sound of the door opening shook her out of her thoughts. “Aw, waiting at the door for me?” Haechan teased as she slipped off her shoes. She had just arrived and Jisung was already blushing. “Well, I can’t blame you for being eager. So what movies you got over here?” Haechan asked as she brushed past Jisung and into the shared living room.
“Movies? Why- why would we watch a movie?” Jisung was confused. Surely she had been clear on the purpose of their meetup?
Haechan swiveled to look at her and held up her pointer finger with a flourish. “Rule number one of getting off. Set the mood.” Jisung tilted her head, still puzzled. “Look, the entire experience is going to be much easier and pleasurable if you’re aroused before you start. If you’re too focused on only the orgasm it’s not gonna happen. When you’re by yourself you could read erotica or something-” Jisung made a strangled sound, “but you’re with me right now, so we could just make out and the best way to initiate a make out? A boring movie.” Haechan spread her hands as if to show that she had just solved a complex problem. “Now whatcha got?”
Haechan, as it seems, is right about most things in this area as they only make it about 20 minutes into Frozen (don’t judge, Jisung only watches it for Anna) before they are pressed up against each other. Haechan’s hands come up to rest on Jisung’s shoulders and she licks over the seam of Jisung’s lips. Jisung’s lips part and she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue between them. Their lips move against each other, the wet sounds drowned out by Jisung’s heart pounding in her ears. When they break apart for air, Haechan asks with a smirk “Turned on yet?”
The next thing Jisung knows they’re on her bed, sitting to face each other. “Okay, so. I’m going to show you what I do, and then you can try it on yourself, I guess,” Haechan says. “Remember, everyone is different, so if it’s not working for you, you gotta tell me.” Jisung nods, distracted by the way Haechan’s lips are swollen from their kissing. “One last thing,” Haechan says and she starts to pull off her oversized shirt. “We stop as soon as you say so. If you’re uncomfy at any point, we don’t have to keep going.”
“I got it, Unnie. I’ll speak up,” Jisung says as she copies Haechan, taking off her shirt.
Haechan scoots over to the wall that Jisung’s bed is against and leans back against a pillow. Jisung watches as her hands dance up her torso to play with her tits. Haechan lightly pinches her nipples through the fabric of her bralette. “I generally start here cause I’m pretty sensitive,” Haechan says. Her breath hitches as she uses her nail to circle around the peak of her nipple. Jisung moves to do the same, cupping her small boob in her large hand to tweak the nipple. Haechan takes off her bra to knead the sore areas. She moans quietly as she caresses her chest. Her fingers start to trail down between her legs. Jisung watches as she cups her pussy over her underwear, grinding up into her palm.
“Always touch over your underwear first. That way it feels even better when you-” Haechan sighed, already worked up, “when you take them off.” Jisung never did any of this in her numerous attempts at an orgasm. Maybe this is what she was missing. Jisung presses a palm up against her clothed vulva. She experimentally grinds her hips down against it. She hadn’t expected to really feel anything at all, but she finds herself gasping a little at the pressure of her warm hand.
“Now we get to the good part,” Haechan winks at Jisung as she pulls her underwear off and shimmies it off her legs. Jisung is relieved to see that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t shave. Haechan ghosted her fingers over her pussy, never fully touching. Jisung could see the shine of wetness gathering between the plump lips. Jisung shucked off her own underwear and mimicked the way that Haechan teased herself. She shuddered under her own fluttering touches. An odd tightness started in her stomach. A moan from Haechan made her look over in time to see Haechan use two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy. “I get really wet when I do this, so I usually don’t need any lube,” Haechan said.
“Lube? I thought that was only for uh-other stuff?” Jisung asked, fingers halting.
“Nope, you can-and should-use it for anything. It always feels better if there is some sort of lubrication. Makes the slide better.” Haechan demonstrates by gathering up any slick that had dripped from her hole before pushing two fingers in. Jisung watched wide-eyed. “I personally can’t cum from just penetration but it does feel really good,” Haechan says through small sighs. “Ok now that you’ve got everything wet, you can touch up here.” Haechan slides her soaked fingers up to her clit, gently rubbing. “Some people touch here first, the order is kind of whatever,” Her voice gets breathier as she rubs small circles. “The clit is the most sensitive thing so I like to-uh save it for later.” Jisung can’t help but stare as Haechan quickly plunges her fingers back into her hole to re-wet her fingers. “The more you fuck yourself, the more fingers you can add,” Haechan lets out a moan as she thrusts three fingers inside of herself. “Don’t go too fast though, that’s how you can hurt yourself.” The wet squelches of Haechan fingering herself filled the room. “Also for me, three fingers feels better on my clit too-” another moan, “-wider surface area or something.” Haechan’s panting gets heavier as she continues to massage her clit.
“Are- are you close?” Jisung asks hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt. Haechan nods. “How can you tell?” Jisung had no idea what it felt like.
“Um its-ah-kinda like tight in my core? And my legs and pussy keep-uh tensing. It feels like a build up,” Haechan stutters out.
“Do you need help? Could I try?” Jisung asks. She’s entranced by the way that Haechan’s fingers slide around her clit, pussy flushed a pretty pink and drooling pre-cum. Haechan nods and spreads her legs, making space for Jisung to get closer. She takes one of Jisung’s hands and guides it to her hole. Jisung takes a deep breath and slowly eases two fingers in. Haechan gasps as Jisung’s long fingers fill her up.
“Oh my god. ‘Sung, your fingers are so big-” Jisung freezes. Was she hurting her? “No, keep going, it's good.” Jisung breaths a sign of relief as she picks up the pace. Haechan speeds up the circles she’s drawing on her clit. “Ok now kind of curl your finger up...there’s a spot on the wall of the vagina-” Jisung curls her fingers in a “come here” motion as she drags them along the soft, textured wall of Haechan’s vagina (She had read about this part in an article). She finds a spot that’s bumpier and firmer than the rest and presses on it. Haechan yells out. “Yea, that’s it,” She gasps. Jisung keeps massaging the spot inside her.
“What does it feel like?” Jisung asks.
“Uh kinda-” she moans, “-kinda like I have to pee but, like, in a good way?” Haechan had never had to explain what it feels like to have your g-spot stimulated. Jisung’s brow wrinkles as she processes that answer. Before she can ask again, Haechan says
“Ah- keep going I’m almost there!” She rubs at her clit faster and her legs tense up around Jisung. Her hips lift and thrash as she tries to chase her orgasm. “I’m so close, ‘Sung, keep going-” Jisung speeds up the thrusts of her fingers, the wet sounds getting louder. “I’m-ah I’m cumming!” Her legs lock as her whole body tenses. She moans loudly, fingers starting to slow at her clit. She shakes as she comes down from her climax and Jisung gently pulls her fingers out. Haechan pants as her muscles relax.
“Wow. That was crazy. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while,” Haechan chuckles. Jisung looks down at her fingers, now covered in creamy slick. “Oh. Here, get a tissue-” before Haechan finishes, Jisung sticks her fingers in her mouth to lick it off.
“Oh my god Jisung! Just wipe it off!” Haechan yells, throwing tissues at her.
“It doesn’t taste that bad...kinda weird though,” Jisung concludes, wiping off her hand. Haechan humpfs at her before realizing something.
“Oh shit, I totally forgot this was to teach you how to masturbate,” she says, facepalming. Jisung laughs.
“Honestly, I think it was a pretty good lesson,” Jisung says. Haechan hums.
“Oh really? So then you wouldn’t mind showing me what you learned? How ‘bout a little test hm?” Jisung now recognizes the look in Haechan’s eyes to be lust. Haechan then maneuvers them so she is instead sitting between Jisungs legs. “Go on then!” Haechan says cheerily. Jisung takes a deep breath as she tries to recall the first step. Haechan rests a hand on her thigh when she sees her hesitancy. “Hey, I was just joking about the test. Just do what you remember or whatever feels good, and I’ll be here to help, alright? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Thanks, Unnie,” Jisung says. She leans back and brings a hand between her legs. She gently parts her folds to feel how wet she is. Her fingertips prod her hole, slipping a little in the slick there. She looks up at a small gasp to see Haechan absolutely zeroed in on her fingers. When Haechan notices she’s been caught staring, she offers a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, it’s just that your pussy is really pretty!” If Jisung was in a cartoon, steam would be whistling out of her ears by now.
“What! You- you can’t just say stuff like that Unnie!”
“Why not! It’s true! Your pussy is hella cute and I am simply admiring it!” Haechan says indignantly. Noticing Jisung’s bright flush with a smirk, she says, “Say...do you like it when I give you compliments?” The combination of her flirty tone and her errant fingers tracing patterns on her thigh is just a little too much for Jisung.
“Unnie, please calm down. I literally cannot get off if you keep distracting me with your praise kink propaganda,” Jisung huffs. Haechan laughs and backs off.
“Alright, alright. Go on.” Jisung returns her focus to her vaguely aching clit. “If you need it to be wetter, you can just use spit,” Haechan advises. Jisung sticks two of her fingers in her mouth and rolls her tongue around them. Once they are sufficiently covered, she finally brings them to her clit. She gently rubs over the hood of her clit, back arching at the sensation. The spit makes everything slippery as Jisung works the pads of her fingers in tight circles. She whimpers as her hips writhe with the rhythm of her fingers, trying to chase the sensation. Remembering how Haechan had traced her fingers all over her pussy, Jisung started to explore, moving her fingers all around her clit and entrance.
“Don’t forget about your vagina, shit feels really good,” Haechan interjects. Watching Jisung rub herself and hearing the gasps and moans was an experience that she, for some reason, was not quite mentally prepared for. Her own pussy was starting to ache as she sat between Jisungs long legs. Jisung inhaled softly as she slowly slid a finger into herself. “You just gotta relax,” Haechan soothes. “It’s gonna be tight in the beginning, so don’t force yourself. As you get more into it, you’ll loosen up.” Jisung nods and starts to pump her finger, in and out. The feeling is odd at first. Her other hand naturally comes up to play with her chest, groping the soft flesh there and plucking at her nipple. Her back arches at a well timed roll of the stiff bud and thrust of her finger. More slick starts to gather as Jisung fucks herself. When she pulls her finger out completely, it has a thick coat of pearly wetness.
“I think I’m ready to try that g-spot thing now,” Jisung announces, if only to mentally prepare. Haechan nods encouragingly, not unlike an eager puppy. Jisung tries her best to untense her core and relax as she pushes two fingers in. To her relief, they meet little resistance. Wet squelches fill the room as Jisung acclimates herself to the new stretch. She lets out a groan when she crooks her fingers. She can almost feel it, she just needs a better angle--Haechan helps her by pushing her bent knees up toward her chest. “Oh god, I think I found it!” Jisung exclaims as she vigorously rubs at the rough spot inside her. Just like Haechan said, the pleasure builds up deeper in her.
“‘Sung, are you starting to get close?” Haechan asks, watching while Jisung’s movements get more and more frantic. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, glinting as she pleasured herself.
“I think so?” Jisung pants. “I-I think I can cum this time!” She pulls her fingers out to rub at her clit, moaning louder at the immediate pleasure. But she can't get enough of the feeling of having her long fingers plunged inside of her. This time using three fingers, her hips buck as she fucks her pussy. “Haechan! It feels like I-” Jisung gasps. “-Like I need to pee! What do I do?” Jisung can’t stop now, she’s so close. The heat in her belly is getting overwhelming and the urge for release is getting stronger.
“‘Sung, don’t worry, just keep going. Is it okay if I help you cum?” Haechan asks. JIsung nods, the thought of Haechan’s hands on her only making her hips move faster. Her legs tense and her pussy gets tighter around the three fingers she’s using to rub at her g-spot. Haechan grinds down on the mattress at the sight of Jisung’s hole fluttering around her own hand.
“Oh god, oh god, it’s happening!” Jisung yells as her thighs clench. “I’m gonna pee, you have to-ah, you have to move!” Haechan disregards Jisung’s warning, instead moving Jisung’s fingers out of the way to replace them with her own. Jisung’s warm heat envelops her fingers as Haechan starts to fuck her, pressing down on her g-spot with each stroke. Jisung moans and brings her dripping fingers to rub at her clit. The combined stimulation almost has her screaming. Before she can give another warning, Jisung yells out and her hips tense as her pussy gushes all over their hands. Haechan fucks her through it, each thrust bringing out more slick. Jisung’s eyes water at the sheer intensity of her orgasm. Even as Jisung pants and comes down from her high, her pussy leaks cum. Haechan slows, eventually gingerly pulls her fingers out and Jisung winces with oversensitivity.
Once Jisung regains some coherency and Haechan has convinced her that she did not pee on her, and that squirting was very hot, they peel themselves off the bed to go clean up.
“Jesus, I don’t think I can walk. My legs are jelly,” Jisung whines as she falls back onto the bed.
“Well, you’re gonna wanna get up, cum gets mad crusty once it dries,” Haechan says, rather matter of factly. Jisung cringes and goes with her to the bathroom.