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Minjeong’s head felt hazy, her thoughts spinning with the remnants of alcohol and adrenaline. She wasn’t sure how she got here, lying naked in bed with Yu Jimin hovering over her, her lips wet and glistening with Minjeong’s slick.
How did this happen?
The memory was fuzzy, but fragments flashed trough her mind. She had been at a party. That much she remembered. There was music pounding in her ears, a steady beat that matched the pulsing energy in the crowded room. Minjeong had been tipsy, maybe more than tipsy, and dancing on the floor with reckless abandon. The alcohol in her veins made her feel weightless, her mind foggy, and her body was moving without a second thought.
That’s when it happened.
Some guy from her psychology lecture had appeared out of nowhere, pressing too close, his hands drifting where they shouldn‘t be. Minjeong had been too disoriented to react, her head spinning too much to push him away. She remembered feeling trapped, her skin crawling under his touch as she tried to pull back without making a scene. Her eyes were frantically moving across the room, looking for her friends or anybody who would notice her state of distress and come to her rescue.
Then, suddenly, Jimin was there.
They weren’t close, not really. Sure, they had exchanged a few words here and there, hung out in the same circles with Aeri and Yizhuo, but that was the extent of it. Jimin had always been cool, aloof and distant. Minjeong never imagined she would step in for her. So when Jimin appeared out of nowhere, yanking the guy back without a word, Minjeong had been way too shocked to react.
But what had truly startled her was what happened next.
Jimin didn’t just pull her away from the creep. No, they started dancing together. At first, it was casual, the way two acquaintances might move to the music. But then things shifted, almost imperceptibly at first, Jimin’s hands on her hips, their bodies moving in sync. The heat between them had been unmistakable, and Minjeong remembered the way her heart had raced as Jimin’s breath ghosted against her neck, the older woman’s body pressing closer, more intimate than it had any right to be.
That’s it. That´s all Minjeong could remember before she found herself here, breathless, skin slick with sweat, Jimin’s fingers tracing her body like she owned her.
The memory flickered in her mind, the moment Jimin had leaned down, her lips close to Minjeong’s ear, asking softly, "Wanna get out of here?" Minjeong had nodded without hesitation, too caught up in the heat of the moment to think about the consequences. The alcohol buzzed in her head, and the feeling of Jimin’s body against hers had made it impossible to say anything but "yes".
And now here they were, tangled together in Minjeong’s bed, clothes scattered on the floor.
Minjeong felt Jimin’s member pressed firmly against her thigh, still in her boxers. The heat was overwhelming, and her pulse quickened at the thought of seeing Jimin fully naked, of feeling every inch of her. The idea sent a shiver through her body, and Jimin, ever perceptive, seemed to notice. Her gaze flicked up, half-lidded, with a smirk curling around her lips.
"You good?" Jimin asked, her voice low, teasing, dripping with amusement.
Minjeong bit her lip, her face burning. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding in her chest, but her body knew exactly what it wanted. "Shut up," she muttered, barely able to meet Jimin’s gaze. "Take off your clothes. You’re wearing too damn much."
Jimin’s smirk widened, amusement dancing in her dark eyes. "Bossy, huh?" She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Minjeong like she was a puzzle she was starting to figure out. "I kinda like it."
In one swift motion, Jimin pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside. Then, without breaking eye contact, she started wriggling out of her boxers, struggling for a moment as the fabric caught on her thighs. The sight of her, poised and composed Yu Jimin, fumbling with her clothes made Minjeong giggle despite the heat of the moment.
Jimin raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips quirking up in a challenge. "You think this is funny?"
Minjeong shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "Here, let me help."
With a surge of boldness, she sat up, her fingers reaching out to help Jimin pull the boxers down. The brief touch of their hands sent a jolt through Minjeong’s body, but this simple act of helping her undress somehow melted away any remaining nerves. The tension, the hesitation, it all evaporated in that one shared moment.
Jimin’s body, now fully exposed to her, was breathtaking. Every inch of her was toned, flawless, the lines of her muscles flexing as she shifted above Minjeong. The air between them felt charged, electric, as they locked eyes, Jimin’s smirk still lingering on her lips. Minjeong felt her breath catch in her throat as she ran her eyes over Jimin’s form.
Jimin leaned in closer, her mouth ghosting over Minjeong’s ear, her voice a seductive whisper. "Ready for me?"
And Minjeong, no longer held back by uncertainty, simply nodded, her voice breathless. "Yes."
Looking down Jimin’s body again, her breath caught in her throat. It was bigger than she anticipated. Not so large as to appear comical or over-sized, but certainly bigger than average. It was a nice size, she supposed.
A drop of wetness gleamed in the small slit atop the swollen head and Minjeong’s fingers twitched. She reached out her hand and wrapped it firmly around Jimin’s neck, pulling her on top of her body.
"So eager," Jimin caressed her cheek, gathering her arousal with the tip of her cock and positioning herself at Minjeong’s entrance.
Minjeong groaned into her mouth as Jimin pushed inside, so warm and big inside her that Minjeong ends up biting down hard on her own lips.
Finally, Jimin pushes in to the hilt. She rests on Minjeong’s body for a moment, panting, resting her forehead against her as she adjusts.
Minjeong feels so good that she thinks she might pass out. It has been a while that she last had sex.
After a moment, Jimin starts moving, pushing her whole length in and out of Minjeong as she rides her pleasure.
"Fuck, Minjeong, you’re so tight" Jimin grits out between clenched teeth, slamming inside her in a rapid movement, making the headboard of her bed bang against the wall everytime Jimin bottoms out in her.
Hands on Jimin’s ass, Minjeong guides her to go even faster, the sound of their thighs slapping together filling the room. Minjeong presses Jimin’s face to her chest, and Jimin immediately sucks on her nipple, her other hand squeezing her other breast.
Jimin is so hot and Minjeong is so horny that she can feel herself dangerously close to cumming. But Jimin is still drilling into her, although she’s getting louder and louder, and when Jimin starts rubbing her clit, Minjeong feels like she´s bursting.
She comes with a high-pitched whine of the older woman’s name, running her nails over her back in pleasure.
"Holy shit." Jimin exhales. With a strength Minjeong can´t comprehend, Jimin pulls out of her and flips them, pulling Minjeong onto her lap. "Minjeong, please-" she whimpers, clearly close to her release.
Minjeong, immediately getting what the other wants from her, pulls herself up and then sinks back onto Jimin’s dick. In this position it hits even deeper, reaching spots Minjeong can only let out more high moans at.
She starts bouncing up and down, locking eyes with Jimin under her. It doesn’t take long until she feels her second orgasm nearing.
She can tell Jimin is close too, based on the bruising grip she has on her waist.
"That’s it, baby. Keep going" Jimin rasps in the hottest voice Minjeong has ever heard, while rubbing her clit in sync with Minjeong’s movements.
Jimin plants her feet onto the bed and begins fucking up into Minjeong, the slapping and their moans mingling together, growing louder with every second until Minjeong’s walls clamp down tight on the cock buried deep inside her.
She keeps riding trough her pleasure until she feels Jimin releasing inside her.
After a few moments to catch her breath, Minjeong rolls off of Jimin and lays beside her, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her hot skin.
As the heat of the moment began to fade, she blinked up at Jimin, her heart racing as the reality of what had just happened settled in. The air hung thick with an almost surreal silence.
"Uh.. so, this just happened," Jimin said, her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement as she propped herself on one elbow, looking down at Minjeong.
"Yeah." Minjeong replied, a grin spreading across her face despite the embarrassment creeping in. "I definitely didn’t see this coming at all."
"Same here," Jimin chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "I mean, we’re practically strangers, and here we are... naked."
Minjeong laughed, the sound light and easy. She found it oddly refreshing to be in this moment with Jimin. Especially after the fantastic orgasms the older woman just gave her.
"I don’t want to be an asshole, but I have early classes tomorrow." Jimin said, glancing around for her clothes. "I should probably get going."
"Hey, it’s fine. Let me walk you to the door. I just have to find my underwear." Minjeong replied, not bothered by Jimin leaving right after sex. She didn’t expect the girl to cuddle her in her sleep and eat breakfast with her the next morning.
As they approached the door, Jimin turned back to her, a teasing glint in her eyes while nervously rubbing the back of her head. "So... we could totally do this again sometime?"
Minjeong raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her gaze. "Yeah, why not? It’s always nice to relieve some stress." she said, matching Jimin’s playful tone.
With a quick wave and a blinding smile, Jimin bid her goodbye and slipped out the door. Minjeong stood there for a moment, smiling at the absurdity of the night.
After that fateful night, nothing really changed between them. They still saw each other around campus sometimes, their interactions remaining casual. It was as if they’ve come to an mutual agreement about their encounter.
Although now, every time they crossed paths, a smirk would flicker across Jimin’s lips, and Minjeong would catch herself grinning back, their eyes locking with a shared understanding that pulsed beneath the surface.
Minjeong couldn’t help but notice Jimin’s stunning presence. She’s always noticed how pretty the older girl is, but ever since she saw her in her raw form, she couldn’t help but sneak looks at her whenever she had the chance. She often found herself searching for Jimin, and it was uncanny how each time she looked, Jimin seemed to be already watching her, a playful glint in her gaze, that hinted at their shared secret.
And then, there were the texts.
It started when Minjeong got a message late one evening, right as she was about to fall asleep. The notification pinged softly on her phone, and she reached for it, expecting a casual message from one of her friends. But when she unlocked the screen, it wasn’t either of them.
Unknown number: Hey, it’s Jimin. Aeri gave me your number. Hope that’s okay?
Minjeong blinked, her heart doing a funny little flip as she read the message. A few moments passed before she typed back.
Minjeong: Yeah, totally fine!
It could’ve ended here. But it didn’t.
A few nights later, another text came through.
Jimin: What’s up? Can’t sleep.
Minjeong had stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the reply button, feeling an odd mix of excitement and nerves. They weren’t friends, not really. Not in the traditional sense. But it was easy to fall into conversation with Jimin, even when the texts were brief and to the point. It was almost as if that one night had made everything feel effortless between them.
That’s how it kept going. Sometimes they would exchange meaningless texts about classes or random jokes. But there were other nights, later ones, where the message would take on a different tone.
Jimin: Can I come over? Been thinking about you.
The first time she read that, Minjeong´s breath hitched. She didn’t even have to ask what Jimin meant. She knew. And the more it happened, the easier it became for her to say yes. Sex with Jimin was easy. It was mind-blowingly good every time and she didn’t have to stress about the emotional stuff she would if she was in a relationship.
Minjeong: Sure, door’s unlocked. Bring food.
And tonight was one of those nights. Her phone buzzed again just as she was pulling up her blankets. Minjeong reached over, half expecting it to be Jimin, already familiar with the rhythm of their late-night exchanges. Sure enough, there was the text.
Jimin: Feeling stressed. Can I come over?
There was something about the way Jimin asked that always made Minjeong’s pulse race, no matter how casual the text seemed. It brought her back to that first night every single time, the memory of Jimin’s breath against her neck, the warmth of their bodies moving together. They‘ve done it many times since then, and every time she got more than she expected from the older girl. She swallowed, her fingers typing quickly, before she could overthink it.
Minjeong: Yeah, come over.
She hit send, setting her phone down with a small sigh. As she lay back against her pillows, staring at the ceiling, a small smile tugged at her lips.
Maybe some things had changed between them.