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“Ugh,” Jimin groans from where she’s splayed out across Taeyeon’s bed, pink hair vibrant against the stark white of the pillows. Taeyeon tries not to make it too obvious that she’s staring as Jimin pops another rum caramel chocolate into her mouth angrily, her normally upturned plush lips set in a pout. “Valentine’s Day is a sham. No one wants to fuck you on Valentine’s Day if you aren’t already dating them; it’s disgusting.”

Jeongguk nearly spits out his Mountain Dew. A little bit of it dribbles down the corners of his mouth anyways, but neither Taeyeon nor Jimin are paying attention to him. “W-what?” he splutters loudly.

That gets their attention. Jimin rolls her eyes. “I mean, what’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here? I don’t want to wine and dine anyone! I just want to relieve some stress ,” she whines, oblivious to the way Taeyeon’s eyebrow twitches at the thought.

Here’s the thing: Taeyeon is in love with Park Jimin, and she probably is in every single universe where a Park Jimin and a Kim Taeyeon exist at the same time.

This is a fact.

Here’s another fact: Jimin doesn’t “do” relationships. She’d told Taeyeon that on the first night they’d moved into the dorms, sensing that Taeyeon was a little sad and a lot homesick and trying to distract her with meaningless smalltalk.

So Taeyeon let herself have her silly crush, convinced herself it was just a fluke, just something that happens when you live with another pretty girl, but she’d realized pretty quickly that this wasn’t “just” anything.

It’s pretty hard to get over the object of your affections when she’s always right there. Jimin has somehow crept into every crevice of her life. Her fancy coconut shampoo sits right next to Taeyeon’s drugstore strawberry one in their shower and half of her closet might as well be Taeyeon’s with the way she keeps stealing her clothes. (It’s always hard for Taeyeon to keep her cool when she sees Jimin in one of her own sweaters, one shoulder always slipping off because Taeyeon’s shoulders are just a little bit broader.)

Over the past year, Taeyeon’s learned that Jimin cries when she’s mad, talks to people on the phone while she’s in the bathroom, refuses to admit it when she farts, breaks out pretty badly the week of her period, and enjoys pineapple on her pizza (the heathen). Absolutely none of these things make her any less attractive to Taeyeon, which scares the shit out of her.

She’s content with pining away for now, though. Back when they barely knew each other past the title of “roommate”, Jimin had had a boyfriend, someone from back home whose name Taeyeon always forgot. It had ended pretty quickly into first semester, and Jimin hasn’t seriously dated anyone since. She’s brought a few one night stands home, but so has Taeyeon. Everything is fine the way it is. Taeyeon’s willing to wait until the time is right.

“Tae? Did you hear me?”

Taeyeon blinks at Jimin, who seems amused. Jeongguk looks much less amused, rolling his eyes at Taeyeon’s besottedness. “Huh?”

“I said, do you wanna go to the mall with me? I want to get new lingerie to post thirst traps in tonight.” Jimin’s already scrolling through potential options on her phone, bookmarking her favorite pieces. All Taeyeon can see from where she’s sitting is a lot of skin, and she gulps, suddenly a little sweaty. Multiple hours alone with a Jimin that’s going to be mostly half naked while trying on clothes? It sounds like she’ll be doomed from the start.

So of course, she says yes anyways, reveling in the thank you kiss Jimin plants on her cheek and stoutly ignoring the way they could have properly kissed if Taeyeon had just turned her head a tiny bit to the right.

While Taeyeon overthinks things, Jimin excuses herself to the bathroom, and Jeongguk starts snickering the moment she gets out of earshot.

“I bet you $50 you guys’ll fuck in the dressing rooms,” Jeongguk snickers. Taeyeon punches him, channeling all the strength she has in her noodle arms and feeling irrationally pleased when he mutters a petulant ‘ow.’

“This isn’t some C-rated lesbian porno, Gguk, jesus,” Taeyeon hisses. “Also for the last time, she doesn’t like me like that.”

“I saw the way she just looked at you, noona,” Jeongguk says, his tone much softer now. “There’s definitely something there.”

Taeyeon snorts. “Yeah, probably indigestion. I told her not to eat that alfredo pasta and now look where it got her,” she says, gesturing to the bathroom.

“You two are fucking hopeless. I hope Jimin gets suffocated by the next set of thighs she’s in between. Maybe if you’re lucky they’ll be yours.”

“Hey, don’t be rude to your noonas like that! Take that back!”

The shrill scream Jeongguk lets out during Taeyeon’s ensuing attempt to smother him is totally worth the tickle fight they get into afterwards.

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Taeyeon thinks she might be in hell. She wonders what she’s done to deserve this and tries to recall moments like the time she got gum stuck in Jung Wheein’s hair back in middle school, or the time she accidentally dyed her dog Soonshim blue, or that “one” time she shoplifted a candy bar from the grocery store last week.

Because this, she thinks as she stares at the near-perfect curve of Jimin’s ass jiggle when she pulls on yet another pair of panties, is the most exquisite form of torture she’s ever been put through. And she’s had to run outside for gym class before. In the pouring rain.

“What do you think, TaeTae?” Jimin hums, smoothing her hand over her hips and twisting to see herself at different angles. Right. There are multiple mirrors in here. Taeyeon tries to control her staring, fully aware that Jimin can (and probably will) notice if she drools or does something else equally as embarrassing.

“Yeah, they’re nice,” Taeyeon manages to say, trying to keep her eyes on Jimin’s face in the mirror and not her tits (because Jimin’s a fucking tease and had insisted on taking her shirt off too, leaving her in only a bra, to “get the full effect, Tae!”).

“You’re not even looking,” Jimin whines, and Taeyeon grits her teeth because that’s exactly what she’s doing too much of. But she relents and lets her gaze drift down Jimin’s body anyways, taking in the natural curve of her waist, the way the black lace clings tightly to her hips and leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Wait, now you’re looking too much,” Jimin says, embarrassment in her voice, and Taeyeon snaps her eyes back to Jimin’s face. She’s blushing as she almost hunches into herself, and Taeyeon hates that she finds it endearing. “I have stretch marks and I know you’re like, not human or whatever, but it’s really unfair that you don’t have any.”

Oh. Is that what the problem was?

“Jimin, that literally doesn’t matter at all. I like to think of them as cute little lightning bolts. You’re definitely still hot,” Taeyeon says, laughing a little because how in the world does Jimin think she’s unattractive? She’s pretty when she’s just woken up from a nap, dried drool at the corners of her mouth, pretty when her face is swollen from a ramen eating contest with Jeongguk, pretty even in the horrendous fluorescent lighting of the dressing room.

Jimin just gives her an uncharacteristically shy smile (but Taeyeon notices she doesn’t agree, and decides she’ll have to shower Jimin in compliments more often) before taking the waistband of the panties and snapping them against her skin, startling Taeyeon. She watches the way a faint pink mark blooms against Jimin’s pale skin and tries not to do something stupid like bite her lip.

“These are a little too tight on me,” Jimin murmurs. “I’ll ask Yoonji unnie to get me a pair in a different size.”

She presses the pink call button and almost immediately, there’s a knock on the door. Jimin looks back at Taeyeon, who’s already pulled out her phone and is currently texting Jeongguk an SOS while he laughs at her, because she’s weak and gay and can’t do this for much longer. She whispers something to the gorgeous but sullen-looking girl standing outside, and Taeyeon completely misses the way her eyes widen and then narrow at Jimin before nodding once and rolling her eyes as she leaves.

When she’s gone, Jimin bends over to grab her jeans from where they’ve been hastily discarded in the corner of the room, and the way the dimples at the small of her back deepen is extremely distracting. Taeyeon wants to get up out of her seat and dig her thumbs into them, pull her flush against Taeyeon’s chest, play with her clit until she’s weak at the knees. Nope. Nope. She refuses to go there this early in the day. God, she needs a coffee. Or an orgasm, her traitorous brain whispers.

Jimin glances at her, raising an eyebrow. Taeyeon suddenly feels immensely guilty about the thoughts she’s been having. “You don’t wanna try anything on?”

Taeyeon snorts. She knows she’s conventionally attractive, but she’s more limb than curves, all long legs and skinny arms, a boxy torso with absolutely no ass at all. She likes to think she has a nice pair of boobs, but flimsy Victoria’s Secret bras are uncomfortable and give her no support, and she’s not the type to let herself (and her bank account) suffer when she knows she can get laid without any of the frills. She does, however, appreciate that Jimin is exactly the type. “Nah, babe. I’m good.”

Yoonji’s back in less than a minute with the same pair of panties and something very strappy and lacy. Taeyeon’s a little afraid of the glint in her eyes when they briefly make eye contact. “Let me know if you need anything else,” she says with barely any inflection before she’s gone again, leaving nothing behind but a sense of foreboding. Jimin rolls her eyes, moving to lock the door before she’s in front of the mirror again.

“Don’t worry about unnie, she’s not always like that. She’s just grumpy because she hasn’t seen her girlfriend in a while even though she’s all over the store.”

“What,” Taeyeon croaks, because Jimin’s. Almost completely naked, one pair of black panties tossed to the side of their room and the well-fitting pair folded neatly on top of her jeans. She’s currently trying to wrangle her way into a lacy maroon teddy one that matches the color of her lipstick almost perfectly.

“Her girlfriend’s a Victoria’s Secret model. You know, Jina? The really leggy one in all those pictures with the Bratz doll lips,” Jimin sighs a little. “She looks like that all the time. Like, with no makeup. I’m so jealous.”

Taeyeon thinks that no matter who this Jina girl is, Jimin’s lips could totally give her a run for her money, but she doesn’t say so. Instead she just hums, and focuses her eyes on her own self in the mirror because if she watches Jimin, she’s going to spontaneously combust.

“Tae, come help me, I think I’m...stuck,” Jimin says sheepishly, looking down. Taeyeon sends a silent prayer to whatever omnipresent being is out there before getting up and finally letting herself take a good look at Jimin in this particular piece of lingerie. She’s gotten most of it on properly, the straps cinching her waist and hips, one thin string of lace disappearing in between her asscheeks. Taeyeon doesn’t blame it. If she could, she’d be there too.

It’s the top half that’s a problem, because Jimin’s boobs aren’t even in the teddy, the straps of the top half tangled up at Jimin’s back. She’s had the foresight to cover her chest with her arms, though, which Taeyeon will eternally be grateful for, and so she sets to work untangling the straps and and then sliding them up Jimin’s arms (ok, so she lets herself cop a slight feel of Jimin’s biceps, but she can’t help it, okay, she’s toned as fuck and from the slight hitch in her breath, it’s not like Jimin’s adverse to it) gently.

She steps back to take a look at Jimin when she’s done, trying not to let her jaw drop at the sight in front of her, all creamy skin and lace and heart shaped lips curving down into a frustrated grimace. Wait, what?

“You,” Jimin says, poking a tiny finger into Taeyeon’s chest and walking closer until Taeyeon’s forced to sit back down in her chair. “Are so goddamn annoying . I’m right here! In sexy lingerie!”

“Yes,” Taeyeon manages to choke out, like an idiot. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’ve been plotting this for weeks! Thinking about what it would take to get you to fuck me, thinking about how maybe you’d finally start something this time, but no,” she huffs, straddling Taeyeon’s lap. Taeyeon is definitely aroused, underwear already a little damp, but she’s more confused than anything. Not that any of that really matters when she has a gorgeous girl practically begging for her attention, but you know. Semantics. “Stop me if you don’t want this, by the way. I’ll just need a moment to collect myself and then move out and transfer universities, but it’s totally cool.”

“Wait, wait,” Taeyeon says. “Are you saying you dragged me on this trip so you could thirst trap me ?”

“Um. Yes.” Jimin gives her a sheepish grin.

“Jiminie. Baby. You know all you had to do was ask , right?”

Jimin blushes, cheeks a pretty pink. “But that would have been embarrassing.”

Taeyeon raises an eyebrow, hands coming up to fit themselves in the dip of Jimin’s waist. It feels so good that she has to fight down the moan rising in her throat. “More embarrassing than doing all this and having nothing come of it?”

“I mean, go big or go home, right?” She wiggles a little in Taeyeon’s lap, teasing, and Taeyeon can’t have any of that happening, so she squeezes Jimin’s hip once in warning.

“I guess we better go really big then,” Taeyeon says, heart pounding so loud she's almost sure Jimin can hear it too. “The door’s locked, right?”

“Way ahead of you,” Jimin grins, something wicked in her smile. “The door’s locked and I got Yoonji to clear everyone else out of the dressing rooms. I told you I planned this.”

“God, I love you,” Taeyeon breathes, and then immediately freezes.

Jimin just laughs, her high pitched giggles echoing throughout the room. “I love you too, but can we talk about feelings and stuff later? I have plans for you, and the first one involves me riding your tongue until you can’t breathe.”

Taeyeon chokes on her own spit. “Um. Yes. That sounds good,” she says dumbly, watching as Jimin takes her jeans and arranges them on the ground to form a lumpy makeshift blanket.

“Your throne, your highness,” she says snootily, and Taeyeon laughs, throwing herself onto it. She’s soaking wet and pretty much aching for it at this point, yet Jimin can still manage to make her laugh.

“Technically, you’re the one about to sit on a throne, princess,” Taeyeon smirks, pointing to her face.

Jimin smiles, leaning down to give Taeyeon a quick peck on the lips before standing back up again and maneuvering her body out of the lace teddy carefully, discarding the white protector and placing the lingerie on top of the chair before positioning herself over Taeyeon’s mouth. She’s facing the mirror (Taeyeon has a sneaking suspicion that she’s into watching herself get fucked, and she vows to test that theory out later), bracing her arms against it. She’s also completely naked, moles scattered down her body that Taeyeon’s seen on various memorable occasions, but never like this. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed and Taeyeon’s mouth waters as she stares up at Jimin’s pussy, already glistening with slick. She’s not entirely sure that she isn’t drooling.

“Pinch my thigh if you need to breathe or something,” Jimin says, and she tries to lower herself down onto Taeyeon’s face carefully, but Taeyeon is horny and knows what she wants. She hooks her arms around Jimin’s thighs and pulls her onto her face, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. Jimin gasps, loud enough that Taeyeon can hear her through the blood rushing in her ears, and it turns into a moan when Taeyeon sucks her clit into her mouth. She can feel Jimin shudder against her, and she grips her thighs harder, letting Jimin roll her hips against her mouth.

Taeyeon loves doing this to people. She’s been told she’s good with her mouth, and for good reason. She loves the way they shudder at the first gentle press of her lips, loves being surrounded by the musky smell of their arousal, loves the way they get desperate under her tongue until they’re practically begging to come. It’s even better now that she gets to do this to Jimin.

She sucks on Jimin’s clit sloppily, making obscene slurping noises, and digs her nails into the firm flesh of Jimin’s thighs, a little softer since the dance team isn’t in competition season right now. She feels more than sees the way Jimin’s hands reach backward to play with her breasts, feels the way she jerks in pleasure as Jimin circles her nipples and pinches them lazily. She’s moaning as she grinds down, loud and long and Taeyeon might have been concerned about other customers in the store hearing them if she weren’t so gloriously preoccupied. When Jimin’s thighs start to shake, Taeyeon knows she’s close.

She pinches Jimin’s thigh, hard, and waits for her to lift herself shakily before taking a deep breath and then sticking out her tongue. She grabs Jimin’s hips again and pushes them against her mouth. Jimin looks down at her, pink hair swept away from her forehead and tumbling down her back, sweaty and flushed, and Taeyeon moans brokenly. Jimin whines in response, grinding her clit against Taeyeon’s mouth in a constant rhythm until her hips buck in staccato and she keens, back curving and chest heaving. Taeyeon sucks her clit into her mouth again, reveling in the way it twitches through her orgasm. Eventually, Jimin collects herself and slides onto the floor beside Taeyeon, apparently having been reduced to a puddle.

Taeyeon opens her mouth to say something, lower half of her face entirely drenched in Jimin’s slick, but Jimin just closes her eyes and says something that sounds like “Guh.”

“That good?” Taeyeon smirks. She’s so close just from eating her out, pussy throbbing, but she tamps it down in favor of being smug.

“Yeah, actually. That was way better than what I imagined,” Jimin breathes. “Give me a second, I’ll do you too when I can feel my limbs again.”

“Mm, talk dirty to me,” Taeyeon says, but she undoes her bra and lets her hand sneak into her own panties, completely soaked through in the front. She’s just about to start touching herself, more than a little desperate, when Jimin smacks her hand away and bends down to kiss her, sliding her tongue into Taeyeon’s mouth in a way that could only be described as filthy, both of them moaning softly. She kisses her like she’s starving for it, hot and wet, and then bites down on Taeyeon’s bottom lip as she pulls away. Taeyeon has absolutely no shame in admitting that she chases after Jimin’s lips. Jimin just giggles, delighted, and kisses Taeyeon’s nose before dragging her fingers up Taeyeon’s pussy, gathering slick and tracing light circles around her clit. Taeyeon arches her back, trying to get more friction, and whines a little when Jimin doesn’t give her anything to work with.

“You look so good like this,” She moves her hand back down, pushing her thumb inside Taeyeon. Taeyeon moans softly and tries to roll her hips onto her finger. “Shit, Tae, you’re so wet.” Jimin says softly, making eye contact with Taeyeon as she finally fucks her index finger into her.

It’s just this side of too much , delicious and desperate. “Hm, I wonder why that is,” Taeyeon pants, squirming. She’s hyper aware of how needy she sounds, but the hungry look in Jimin’s eyes is enough to spur her on.

“Don’t be a brat,” Jimin says warningly, but she speeds up the movement of her fingers anyways and crooks them slightly, massaging Taeyeon’s g-spot.

“Fuck, more, gimme more,” Taeyeon groans, eyes rolling back. Jimin obliges, slipping another finger in, slowing her pace and stretching her thoroughly. She bends down, but this time she presses a kiss to Taeyeon’s clit, and Taeyeon moans, hips jerking upwards. Jimin just smirks, moving a little further up to press another kiss into the soft pouch of Taeyeon’s tummy.

“No, go back,” Taeyeon begs, but Jimin just keeps fingering her, sliding her fingers in and out, dragging the tips of them against her g-spot and rubbing her stretched entrance with her thumb, just shy of actually touching her clit. The pressure on her g-spot is glorious, and she’s so fucking close she can almost taste it. She moves her hand from where it was squeezing her left breast down to try and get some friction against her clit, but Jimin stops her, intertwining their hands together. It would honestly be cute if it wasn’t so damn frustrating.

Jimin finally, finally sucks Taeyeon’s clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue on it over and over again. She has the gall to close her eyes and moan too, like she’s starving and Taeyeon’s pussy is her last meal. A few more seconds and then Taeyeon’s throwing her head back and coming, hard and fast, clenching around Jimin’s fingers with Jimin’s name on her tongue.

But Jimin doesn’t stop. She keeps sucking on Taeyeon’s clit and Taeyeon keens at the overstimulation. When she does take her mouth off of her, she just replaces it with her fingers, harshly rubbing her clit back and forth. Her other hand is busy keeping Taeyeon’s thighs from closing around her head. Taeyeon’s chest is heaving, her back stuck in an arch and her mouth open in a silent scream, body overwhelmed with sensation. Once she’s kissed Taeyeon through the aftershocks of her second orgasm, she flops down on top of her, burying her face in Taeyeon’s chest.

“Comfortable?” Taeyeon tries to make it sound flirty, but it comes out completely out-of-breath. She’s dimly aware of the way they’re splayed out on the floor, which is a lot more disgusting now that she’s not completely distracted by Jimin.

“Yes, actually,” Jimin says, nuzzling in deeper. “You owe me an orgasm, by the way.”

Taeyeon smiles up at the ceiling. She lets herself catch her breath for a moment more, glancing around the tiny room. Their clothes are strewn carelessly on top of the chair, the mirror is a little foggy, and there is definitely a clump of hair in the corner farthest from them. Ew.

“Okay, up, come on, babe,” Taeyeon groans, pulling Jimin to her feet even though her knees are about two seconds away from giving out on her. “Hold me up, you made me all….slush.”

“Slush?” Jimin questions, but she’s grinning, so Taeyeon knows she understands.

They get dressed again in comfortable silence, trying to make themselves look like they hadn’t just fucked in a public dressing room. The bright flush on both of their cheeks and the way their hair doesn’t quite stay down right at the back definitely gives it away, but they try their best anyways. Taeyeon notices that Jimin grabs both the black panties she’d tried on first and the lace teddy before they leave and bites down on a smile.

When they get to the front of the store, Yoonji’s the only person left in the store, standing behind the counter and glaring at them with as much indignance as she can muster. Jimin just smiles sweetly at her, dumping her purchases onto the counter and batting her eyelashes.

“Thank you for the favor, unnie,” she says, innocence dripping from her words like she hadn’t just made Taeyeon come twice with nothing but her fingers and mouth.

“You two are so lucky that we get only get a huge rush of people the day before Valentine’s Day. Now get out of my sight; I never wanted to hear what Jimin sounds like when she comes and yet here I am, suffering.”

Taeyeon blushes bright red, but Jimin just blows her a kiss as she links arms with Taeyeon, grabbing the pretty pink bag Yoonji shoves at her. “Say hi to Jina unnie for me! I love you and thank you!”

“So,” Jimin starts as they’re leaving the mall. “I just wanted to say I’ve had a crush on you ever since you showed up late to our first roommate meeting in your heart printed pajamas. And then like 5 minutes after that when our RA Namjoo said hi and you almost tripped over your feet trying to shake her hand.”

Taeyeon lets her smile spread over her face this time, wide and bright. “Good. Because I’ve had a crush on you ever since we went down to the dining hall together that first night and you got yelled at for trying to sneak almost all of the desserts back up to our room.”

They stand there for a moment, smiling at each other in the middle of the mall like besotted idiots. Jimin’s the first to break the silence. “Do you maybe wanna talk about our mutual crushes over dinner tonight?”

“I’d love that,” Taeyeon says, leaning in for a kiss. Jimin, as she usually does, gives her exactly what she wants.

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taetae <3

you owe me $50 babyyyyy

that’s like. a whole fancy dinner so i’ll be nice and let u pick where

googie oJo

wtf no

why would i owe u $50

wait

oh my god

tae tell me u didn’t

taetae <3

oh i did

and it was glorious

i’ll tell u more over the dinner u promised ^___^

a bet is a bet after all

googie oJo

god fine fuck u i barely even have $25 in my bank account

olive garden next weekend?

taetae <3 

oh hell yeah

can i bring my awesome lovely beautiful funny gf

googie oJo

GF

GF OMG SHES UR GIRLFRIEND NOW

AFTER ALL THAT PINING…..

U GET TOGETEHR

AFTER A FUCK

IN VICTORIA;S SECRET?????????????????

ARE U KIDIDJNG ME

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taebaby :*

jiminie i think we broke the baby