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Summary:

aka vmin are cis girls, jimin fingers taehyung under a restaurant table and then eats her out in the public restrooms

Notes:

dialogue-heavy writing feat. unoriginal idea. aka lower your expectations

edit: removed the the unnecessary line in the summary and the yoongi/jimin/taehyung tag bc I didn't feel it was relevant enough

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"are you okay, taetae?" jimin asks, smiling sweetly. her left hand is underneath taehyung's skirt, short nails caressing the inside of her thighs and taehyung wants to smack her upside the head.

 

"yeah, you've been jittery all evening, taehyung-ah," seokjin says. "you can tell us what's wrong. we won't judge."

 

"we just want to help you," namjoon says, hoseok and jeongguk both turning to face taehyung and nodding their heads in agreement, yoongi still picking at her food uninterested.

 

"I'm fine," taehyung replies, shortly. jimin is busy dragging her fingers lazily across taehyung's panties, paying close attention to the seam running just above her clit.

 

seokjin opens her mouth. "are you—"

 

"I mean, I'm sorry," taehyung cuts in. "I've just had a long day. I didn't mean to worry anyone." she wants to try for a reassuring smile that'll tell seokjin that she's perfectly okay, but jimin decides at this exact moment to start drawing light circles around her clit, and it ends up a lot more strained than she intended.

 

jimin's sliding her fingers over taehyung's folds through the thin fabric and god, she's so fucking wet. taehyung flushes, her panties are completely soaked and it's so embarrassing. she hasn't even been touched yet. jimin is slowly tracing her fingers back up and she presses down on taehyung's clit with her index and middle fingers, starting to move them in soft circles. taehyung drops her chopsticks and has to swallow back a moan threatening to escape.

 

jimin continues teasing taehyung's clit at her slow pace through the soaked material and it's not enough. taehyung whimpers, arching her back. she needs more, she needs her panties off, she needs jimin to stop teasing her, to go faster, to slip a finger inside her, to make her come. and she looks to jimin, who only blinks innocently, daring her to say something.

 

taehyung's mouth is open in a silent plead, eyes begging jimin for more and jimin shrugs in response, tucking her short hair behind her ear with her other hand, as if telling taehyung that she'll have to do better than that.

 

taehyung mouths a please, jiminnie and something snaps inside jimin, seeing her best friend so desperate and needy in front of their friends all because of her, and she pulls taehyung's panties over her hips, thumb finding taehyung's throbbing clit and she's rubbing roughly, fingers snaking down to her pussy. she pushes her index finger inside taehyung and taehyung's legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

 

taehyung whimpers, grinding down on jimin, trying to take her in deeper. jimin's curling her finger up towards her and taehyung lets out an urgent whine, to which jimin slides a second finger inside her and begins scissoring them. taehyung full-on moans, a strangled sound from the back of her throat and everyone turns to look at her.

 

"taehyung-ah." seokjin sounds concerned. "are you sure you're okay?" hoseok and yoongi are snickering together from behind the menus and taehyung blanches, is she honestly that obvious? does everyone else know?

 

jimin curls her fingers up inside taehyung again and her breath hitches. "d-don't worry. it's just according to the menu, this dish isn't supposed to be spicy, but, well, it is," she lamely finishes.

 

"did you want some of mine?" jimin offers, at least having the decency to smirk. she's pulling her fingers out of taehyung's pussy, before slamming them back in and taehyung bites her lip, trying to stop the noises from slipping out. "it's not spicy."

 

"thanks, jiminnie, but I'm full," taehyung replies, and it's honestly amazing. this fucking park jimin has her hand underneath taehyung's skirt, yet is still batting wide eyes behind non-prescription frames and asking silly questions. meanwhile, taehyung feels like she needs to take a bath.

 

"are you sure?" she asks and taehyung chokes back a gasp as jimin slides a third finger into her pussy. jimin's fingers inside her are working even faster now, opening her up, thumb still toying with her clit, and taehyung's hands are trembling, her bottom lip quivering and her breathing uneven. she's so fucking close.

 

"taehyung-ah?"

 

jimin's thumb is rubbing harsh circles on her oversensitive clit and her fingers are thrusting in and out of her at an incredible pace and it's so overwhelming that taehyung moans again, toes curling inside her adidas'. she's going to come. she's going to come in public, in front of all of her friends.

 

"I'm fine," taehyung half-sobs, spreading her shaking legs even further apart and thrusting her hips up to meet jimin's fingers. "c-can't you all just l-leave me alone?" and much to her dismay, this fucking park jimin pulls her fucking hand out from under taehyung's skirt at these words and taehyung honestly doesn't think she's been more or ashamed in her entire life.

 

jimin mouths an, are you sure about that? and is smugly licking her fingers clean. taehyung's eyes widen in horror, and she looks back to her friends to see hoseok sporting the biggest shit-eating grin, seokjin covering jeongguk's ears, jeongguk trying to shove seokjin off of her, yoongi smirking and namjoon trying to figure out what exactly happened, while sending taehyung a death glare for disrespecting her eonni. but taehyung's honestly too antsy, too worked up to care.

 

she excuses herself, refusing to look back at them. she grabs jimin's hand, dragging her behind her and they fall into the girls' bathroom together.

 

taehyung slams jimin against the bathroom wall upon entry and jimin responds by leaning in to suck on her neck. taehyung gasps, fisting jimin's hair and jimin flips them over, pinning taehyung's hands to her sides.

 

"you're so impatient today, tae," she whispers into taehyung's ear, hot breath causing taehyung to shiver. fuck, jimin knows her ears are sensitive. "you couldn't even wait to get out of public, could you?"

 

"j-jiminnie, please," taehyung whimpers as jimin toys with her earlobe, blowing softly on it and placing light butterfly kisses down the slope.

 

"please, what?" jimin breathes into her ear, taking taehyung's earlobe into her mouth and tugging on it lightly with her teeth.

 

"jiminnie, please, please fuck me," taehyung whines, and jimin could make her beg, could make her specify exactly how she wanted to be fucked, but taehyung looks like she's on the verge of breaking. and jimin helps lift her onto the bathroom counter, pushing her skirt up and pressing kisses to her inner thighs. taehyung opens her legs, giving jimin more access and rocks her hips in the air, desperate for contact.

 

"god, you're so needy, aren't you, tae?" jimin smirks, running a single finger over taehyung's ruined panties from her clit to that sensitive piece skin that lies between her pussy and her asshole.

 

taehyung's legs are shaking. "jiminnie, hurry up before someone comes in." it's an empty threat and they both know that the restaurant is deserted.

 

jimin leans into taehyung, mouthing her through her panties, tongue hot against her clit. "you'd like that, wouldn't you, tae?" she breathes onto her. "you want someone to walk in here right now and see how much of a desperate slut you are?"

 

"jiminnie," taehyung gasps, and jimin loops her thumbs under the waistband of taehyung's panties and tugs them over her hips. jimin's rubbing her hands along her thighs, running her fingers along taehyung's lips, marvelling at how she trembles.

 

"you're a fucking whore," jimin spits. "what if yoongi-eonni was to walk in right now and see you like this? you'd like that, wouldn't you, tae?" jimin drawls, looking up at taehyung from between her legs before pushing her tongue back down against her pussy and taehyung whimpers. "you'd beg for your eonni to sit on your face until you're covered in her cum, wouldn't you?"

 

jimin starts teasing her clit with her tongue. "or maybe you'd ask her to fuck your pretty little cunt with her tongue until you're dripping wet and begging to come." jimin slips a finger inside taehyung and crooks it towards her and taehyung gasps, fisting jimin's hair, breathing uneven.

 

"jiminnie, please," she begs, lifting her hips up as jimin pushes a second finger into her cunt and begins thrusting them together, tongue working her throbbing clit. jimin's scissoring her fingers inside taehyung and takes her clit into her mouth and sucks hard. taehyung arches her back and moans.

 

"turn and look in the mirror," jimin orders, her tongue still toying with taehyung's clit, fingers thrust inside taehyung and curled up towards her. taehyung turns to the bathroom mirror behind her. her eyes are blown and brimming with tears, her cheeks flushed red. she looks wrecked, but she can't bring herself to look away.

 

"I bet you like seeing yourself like this, don't you, tae?" jimin pushes her tongue into taehyung's cunt alongside her fingers as far as it can go, burying her face into her, eyelids stained wet. her thumb finds taehyung's clit again, sliding the hood back and rubbing it in rough circles. "you like seeing yourself so desperate and needy, don't you?"

 

"jiminnie—" and taehyung comes with a high-pitched moan, legs locking around jimin's head, toes curled and her entire body shaking. jimin takes her head away from in between taehyung's legs, leaving a stream of kisses behind on taehyung's thighs in her wake.

 

"I didn't say you could come," jimin teases, leaning in to poke taehyung's cheek with her clean hand. she pulls taehyung's skirt back over her thighs, flattening it down neatly, and climbs onto the bathroom counter to sit beside her. jimin pushes taehyung's hair off of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "god, you're so beautiful, taetae. you're always so good for me."

 

taehyung's head falls down onto jimin's shoulder and she takes jimin's hand from where it's lingering by her ear and locks their fingers together, feeling the warmth of jimin's palm. "next time, yoongi—" she begins, but trails off mid-sentence, heavy eyelids fluttering shut, and jimin thinks it's possibly the cutest thing ever.

 


 

yoongi does, too, when she finds them some time later. they're both sitting on the bathroom counter holding hands, taehyung's head on jimin's shoulder. and she slowly backs away, exiting the restroom quietly, careful not to wake either of them, and reports back to seokjin that jimin and taehyung are both fine and that there's no need to worry (or send namjoon in).