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“Do I look okay, Unnie?” Namjoo mumbles, her cheeks tinging pink as she pulls down the back of her skirt again. She felt out of place in the skirt, her long legs on display when they are usually hidden under baggy sweatpants or jeans. She took a gamble tonight having Jimin dress her, the younger girl much more prone to revealing outfits.

Seojin gives her a soft, reassuring smile. She cups Namjoo’s face in her hands, cooing at her, “Babe, I promise you look good enough to eat,” Seojin mumbles under her breath, “you are every fem wet dream combined right now.” Namjoo scoffs at the compliment, batting the elder’s hands away as her blush deepens. She finds herself looking in the mirror in front of her, the fluorescent lights of the bathroom making her skin look sickly green. Despite this, she has to admit that she looks halfway presentable. To Jimin’s credit, she put her in an outfit that flatters her quite well; a mesh button-up top with a cute green and white floral pattern and long bell sleeves. It was modified to be tied in the front just under her tits and while Jimin wanted her to where nothing underneath, Namjoo shyly declined and opted to wear a beige tank top (although Jimin, the devil she is, convinced her to at least crop it to show off her lower belly). An olive green miniskirt clung to her hips, the girl being very aware every time it rode up her thighs. She can’t help but bite her lip as she stares at her reflection, her blush darkening the longer she stared. She looked good.

The toilet flushing in one of the stalls behind her brings her back to the present, the door banging open afterward. Jimin steps out, sending Namjoo a smirk as she saunters her way over to the row of sinks.

“Unnie, you are so hot and you don’t even realize it,” Jimin huffs, washing her hands as she meets eyes with Namjoo in the mirror, “If I were not happily partnered with the best girl alive, I would be gladly chasing after you in a heartbeat,” She blows a kiss as Namjoo, giggling at the shy pout that forms on the elder’s lips. Taeha giggles from the sink next to Jimin, wrapping her arms easily around Jimin’s shoulders, kissing her on the cheek.

Seojin wraps her long arms around Namjoo wordlessly, squeezing her waist, “I know this is still kind of new for you, but I promise everything will be fine, Namu,” Seojin says warmly, her breath tickling the skin on Namjoo’s neck. Namjoo releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, bringing her arms around the elder’s waist. She buries her face into Seojin’s neck, breathing in the comfort her Unnie brings.

It’s been about six months since Namjoo figured out she was a lesbian. She knew that there had always been a disconnect between her and the rest of her peers growing up. At first, she thought it was because of the way she looked; shoulders too wide, skin too tanned, her hair never being as soft as the other girls in her year. She always felt too big, her limbs long and awkward once she hit puberty, her breasts large and unyielding along with her thighs. She thought it was a miracle when a boy asked her out a little after her 16th birthday. At that point, she had been ridiculed for not having dated yet, her self-esteem almost non-existent. Jaeyoung was nice as far as first boyfriends go, as attentive and caring as a teenage boy can be. On his 17th birthday, Namjoo decided it was time to lose her virginity to him. The experience left her feeling confused; all the movies and dramas about your first time being filled with wonder and fireworks. After another attempt, she figured that it was normal for sex to always feel better for the guy than the girl. For years afterward, that’s what she believed.

Until she met Seojin in her Intro to Philosophy class during her sophomore year of college. Her bright, unique laugh and goofy antics drew Namjoo in in an instant. It didn’t take long before Seojin took her under her wing and introduced her to her friends; Jimin, Taeha, Hosook, and Jungha. The girls embraced her with enthusiastic arms and soon, Namjoo had the friend group she always dreamed of having. In the beginning, she found it funny that she was the only straight girl in a queer woman friend group (and that should’ve been her first hint at the truth), but nonetheless, the girls showered her with all the love, nurturing and fun she could ever ask for. It’s what made her first ask what if. What if she is into girls as well as men? What if she prefers women more than men? What if she’s never actually been attracted to men at all? The last question was the most startling to come across and for a while, she kept it inside, letting it fester until it was all-consuming. The group caught onto what was happening pretty quickly, encouraging her to ask those questions and eventually come to terms that she herself as a queer woman.

It felt like the sky opened up and the sun itself shined just for her when she realized who she was. All of the confusion and anxiety sated for the first time in her life. She was thankful to have the friends she had, knowing that things wouldn’t have ended well if she had to go through this transition alone and without the guidance of five proudly out queer women. It was exciting at first to embrace her new identity and to share in the trials and tribulations of being a queer woman with her friends. However, the longer she listened to her friends (aside from Taeha and Jimin; the resident married couple of the group) talk about their horror stories of gay dating in Seoul, a new anxiety took over.

Namjoo doesn’t know how to date.

With men, it had always been easy to get a date. Namjoo knew that for the most part, she was conventionally attractive and was blessed (or cursed, depending on the day) with full breasts and thighs. In the past, all she had to do was look at a man with her dragon eyes and dimples and he’d be eating out of the palm of her hand in less than an hour.

Dating women was unexplored territory.

Namjoo found herself becoming incredibly self-conscious at the thought of dating women; of letting a woman see her naked. While she (very) desperately wanted to sleep with a woman, the thought of trying to flirt with a girl had her cheeks turning red and her heart racing like she was fourteen again. Not very conducive for getting a pretty girl to suck on her tits, if you ask her.

“I-I know everything will be fine,” Namjoo whines, pouting, “but it doesn’t stop me from being absolutely terrified of a girl talking to me.” Jungha wordlessly comes behind Namjoo and wraps her arms around her waist, pressing a sweet kiss to her shoulder.

“Unnie, you are so smart and kind and endearing that any girl will be lucky to even get to look in your direction,” Jungha huffs, her voice dripping with sincerity, “plus, you have huge tits. That counts for something out here.”

Namjoo can’t help but snort, rolling her eyes as she playfully shoves the younger girl off of her. Jungha’s bright giggles echo throughout the room, her chin hooking over Namjoo’s shoulder.

“Feel better?”

“You’re a menace,” Namjoo huffs, leaning her head against Jungha’s, “I love you.” Jungha smiles so wide, her eyes melt into two cute crescents, her bunny teeth on full display. The younger simply presses a kiss to Namjoo’s cheek, smacking her ass playfully.

“Okay! Enough pep talk, time to get Namjoo Unnie some pussy!” Jungha cheers, the rest of their group cheering in solidarity. Hosook laughs unabashedly as she falls into Seojin's side, grabbing the girl’s arm as the group begins to vacate the bathroom. Namjoo’s blush has creeped down to her neck, her heart hammering in her chest. Despite this, she can’t help but feel giddy as Jungha grabs her hand and pulls her along.

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It’s been approximately half an hour since Namjoo left the club bathroom and it is safe to say that her bout of giddiness and confidence was short-lived.

It took virtually no time at all for her to lose her friends in the crowd. Jimin dragged Taeha to the dancefloor almost immediately, Jungha and Hosook quickly saw a group of women playing pool and decided to join in. Seojin was the only one left by Namjoo’s side and even then, five minutes ago a pretty blond with sweet, rounded cheeks came up to the bar and Seojin wasted no time chatting her up. Seojin was leaning into her space, her infectious laughter having the girl doubled over as she snorts at whatever the older girl said. Namjoo watches on in envy, her manicured nails tapping against the side of her gin and tonic in her hand. She was happy that her friends were having a good time but she couldn’t help but feel a bit jaded. She wishes she could feel as confident as they do and while she knows that all of them felt the way she did at one point or another, it was different when everything is still so new.

She came out with them to their usual haunt, Serendipity is one of the most popular lesbian bars in the city. Looking around, Namjoo could see the appeal. The music was loud but wasn’t so loud you couldn’t have a conversation, the lights dimmed low with teal and purple accents making the atmosphere sensual and thrilling. The drinks were inexpensive and there were plenty of activities to do in the space. Overall, it was very inviting and Namjoo could see why her friends liked it so much here.

“Namu!” Seojin startles her out of her thoughts, the taller girl leaning in to whisper in her ear, “I think I found my plans for the rest of the night,” she giggles as she says it and Namjoo tosses a glance over her shoulder to look at the blonde girl. She shyly waved her hand at Namjoo, her other hand nervously twirling a strand of her hair, “Don’t wait up for me, okay?” Namjoo nods her head in understanding.

“Have fun, Unnie. Be safe,” Namjoo smiles, her heart sinking. Seojin winks, bringing her to her side for a quick hug.

“Try to loosen up, Namjoo. Okay?” Seojin whispers into her ear, giving her a stern look before leaning up. She blows a kiss to Namjoo, grabbing the blonde girl’s hand as they turn to walk out of the club. Namjoo can’t help but pout, sighing as she leans against the bar again. She groans to herself as she leans on one foot and then the other. The heels that Jimin picked out for her were starting to pinch her toes, the straps digging into the top of her feet.

“You want my seat?”

Namjoo jumps, spooked by an unfamiliar voice. She turns and sees a girl leaning against the bar a few spots down. Her eyes were small and feline-like, her thin eyebrows drawn together as her shiny, plump lips formed a frown. She was petite, her shoulders thin and hunched in the black sleeveless crop top she was wearing. It matched the flowy wide-legged pants, also black. The sliver of pale stomach that Namjoo could see made her brain fizzle out for just a second, her mouth filling with saliva like some weird Pavlovian response. The girl was cute, if not a little intimidating. Namjoo’s thighs clenched together unconsciously.

Namjoo suddenly remembers that the girl asked her a question, cheeks burning red as she walks over. The girl smirks, something playful and dark shining in her eyes as Namjoo sits down, bringing her drink up to her lips to take a nervous sip.

“T-Thank you for the spot. I-I’ve been uh…standing for a while, I guess,” Namjoo says, her cheeks burning as she stumbles over her words. The girl stares at her for a moment, her gaze making Namjoo sweat the longer she stares.

“No problem. Seemed like your feet were starting to get tired,” The girl nearly purrs (Namjoo is trying so hard to not compare the girl to a cat but it was getting increasingly difficult to not do so). She brings her own drink to her lips, the amber liquid sloshing around in her glass. Namjoo doesn’t take her eyes off the girl as she drinks, her own eyes staring right back.

“Yeah…they were,” Namjoo whines, pouting as she looks down at her feet, “I don’t wear heels very often…. My friend dressed me tonight,” Namjoo snorts, feeling nervous butterflies in her stomach at the way the girl smiles, her gums on full display. She pushes her bangs out of her eyes, tucking another strand of her short black hair behind her ear as she leans more into Namjoo’s space. Namjoo could feel the body heat radiating off of her; the smell of whiskey and something citrus wafting towards her.

“I should thank your friend because you look…,” The girl doesn’t finish her sentence, eyes raking appreciatively up and down Namjoo’s body, “ethereal. Straight out of an oil painting.” Namjoo doesn’t know how she blushes more but somehow she does. She fidgets where she sits in her seat, hands sweating as she wipes them on her skirt.

“T-Thank you,” Namjoo manages to squeak out, unable to make eye contact as she bites her lower lip, “I-I don’t usually dress like this…,” Namjoo finds herself saying, the words tumbling out the longer she stares. The shorter girl only smirks, her cat-like eyes smoldering as she rakes her gaze over Namjoo once more.

“It’s a cute fit,” She drawls, her voice deep and satisfied, “it’ll look even better on my bedroom floor.”

Namjoo is pretty sure she stops breathing once the girl says it, her eyes snapping up to hers. The girl is smirking again, an amused curve to her lips. Namjoo can’t stop staring at her lips.

“W-What?”

The girl has the audacity to laugh at Namjoo, leaning in closer to Namjoo’s space. Although the girl is shorter than her when Namjoo is standing, Namjoo finds herself looking up when the girl gets closer. Here, Namjoo can see the little freckles dotting the bridge of the girl’s nose, her lips looking so rosy and soft and much too tempting.

“What’s your name?” The girl hums, tilting her head. Namjoo’s eyes can’t help but scan over the exposed skin of the girl’s pale neck, her skin flawless and smooth. Namjoo has to blink a few times to remember what she was asked.

“N-Namjoo. Kim Namjoo.” The girl hums, her eyes softening for a brief second.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” She says lowly, the deep rasp of her voice sending a shiver down Namjoo’s spine, “I’m Min Yoonji.”

“Yoonji,” Namjoo breathes, almost like a prayer. Yoonji bites back a smirk, her feline eyes sharp as she takes in Namjoo’s expression.

“Cute,” Yoonji says softly, her cheeks rounded as she smiles. Namjoo somehow finds that even more disarming than the straightforward flirting. Her smile softens her face exponentially, the harshness replaced by warmth. She was dangerously beautiful and Namjoo…Namjoo was slowly losing her fucking mind.

“H-How old are you?” Namjoo asks, again, not being able to keep eye contact, her gaze landing somewhere around Yoonji’s chin. She sees Yoonji smirk again, startled when the shorter girl places a gentle finger under her chin. She presses it up until Namjoo lifts her head to look at the other. Despite her smirk, there’s softness around her gaze, dark brown eyes boring into Namjoo’s.

“I’m 29. Am I your Unnie, Baby?” Namjoo has to close her eyes at the question, the pet name sending a horny jolt of electricity straight to her pussy. She breathes in softly, exhaling as she opens her eyes.

“Yes, Unnie. I’m 27.” Yoonji emits a sound that Namjoo could only describe as a purr, cooing as she strokes the side of her cheek softly. Namjoo finds herself leaning into the touch, her soft, nimble fingers tucking a stray piece of honey-brown hair behind her ear. Every touch feels like it’s setting her on fire, the urge to beg for more on the tip of her tongue.

“Can I get my dongsaeng a drink?” Yoonji looks down at Namjoo’s glass, the thing more water than a cocktail at this point. Namjoo’s tongue feels heavy in her mouth, her eyes become heavy-lidded. She doesn’t trust herself to speak and simply nods, gulping. Yoonji smiles, her nose scrunching up at the action.

“You are so adorable, Namjoo-yah,” Yoonji giggles. A shy smile forms on Namjoo’s lips, fingers absently tracing a pattern on her leg. Yoonji stares for another moment in silence before laughing again, leaning over the bar to flag down a bartender. Yoonji’s thigh brushes against her knee, a bright citrus smell filling Namjoo’s nostrils as Yoonji turns her head. She didn’t know if it was possible to get drunk off scent alone but she could feel her head swimming and the blood roaring in her veins. She can’t help but look down the slope of Yoonji’s body, the girl’s toned arms and back leading into a small waist before tapering out into modestly wide hips and a (very) soft-looking ass. It was small but rounded and Namjoo had the urge to bite it.

She needs to get a grip.

“Here, drink this,” Namjoo is startled once again out of her thoughts, Yoonji putting a cocktail into her hand. Upon closer look, the drink was a pale shade of purple, with fizzy bubbles floating to the top as she stared. She raises an eyebrow at Yoonji, the elder girl raising one back.

“Go on,” Yoonji smirks, bringing another glass of amber to her lips, “I think you’ll like it.”

Namjoo hesitantly takes the black straw to her lips, taking a small sip.

Immediately, the taste of lavender and honeysuckle bursts on her tongue. Her eyes widen, gazing up at Yoonji as she drinks. Yoonji has another soft smile on her lips, her head tilted. Namjoo can’t help but groan, blushing when Yoonji smirks.

“Good?”

“This is the best drink I’ve ever had,” Namjoo says softly, staring at Yoonji with wide eyes. Namjoo swears that Yoonji’s own cheeks tinge pink, her gaze shifting to a spot on the bar before looking back at Namjoo.

“I had an inkling you’d like floral drinks,” She says, tugging on the sleeve of Namjoo’s shirt playfully. Namjoo can’t help but giggle, the drink settling pleasantly in her stomach. Namjoo finds herself leaning closer to Yoonji, the girl’s energy near addicting. There was a quietly confident way about her that had Namjoo on edge, her nerves thrumming with electricity.

“This is my first time here, I didn’t know they had anything like this on the menu,” Namjoo admits, getting nervous again when she notices the glint in Yoonji’s eyes.

“I figured you were new, I would have definitely remembered you,” Yoonji states easily, her pink tongue peaking out to wet her bottom lip. Namjoo stares at her mouth, her own filling with saliva.

“O-Oh? Why’s that?” Namjoo looks up at the girl through her lashes, biting her lip. Something in the hungry gaze she gets in return twists her stomach, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs. The older girl tilts her head, her intense gaze piercing Namjoo to the spot.

“There aren’t many girls who have legs for days and the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen,” Yoonji starts, poking her finger into Namjoo’s cheek, causing her to giggle, “I feel like I can wax poetics about your pretty face for hours, but I’ll save myself the embarrassment,” Yoonji snorts, her pale cheeks darkening to a delicious shade of pink. Namjoo feels giddy, like her skin is tingling underneath the surface.

“You,” Namjoo giggles, hand coming to cover her mouth as she leans into Yoonji’s space, “a-are so bold. I’ve never met someone so forward.”

Yoonji shrugs her shoulders, the tips of her fingers resting on the bar scooting closer to Namjoo’s arm.

“I know what I want,” She says simply, her dark eyes boring into Namjoo’s. Namjoo has to look away from the intense gaze, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up in anticipation. She jumps when the tips of Yoonji’s fingers trace a bit of skin on her inner wrist. Namjoo turns and watches as her pale fingers skate across her open palm.

“A-And you want…me?” Namjoo finds herself asking, glancing back up at the elder. Yoonji stops her fingers and gently laces them with Namjoo’s. Yoonji has the faintest smile on her lips, her thumb rubbing the side of Namjoo’s.

“Yes,” Yoonji answers, her voice low and sweet, “if you want me, too?”

The question has Namjoo’s cheeks burning red, her fingers twitching where they’re laced with Yoonji’s. She licks her lips, eyes flitting down to Yoonji’s.

“I do,” Namjoo confirms, shifting in her seat.

“Are you sure?” Yoonji asks, a slight pout to her (annoyingly perfect) lips, “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m happy to do whatever with you.” Namjoo once again finds herself leaning into Yoonji’s touch, butterflies erupting in a frantic, mangled mess in the pit of her stomach. She looks so sincere as she says it and it calms a part of Namjoo’s brain that’s been screaming since the moment she sat down.

“No, No! I-I do want to…. It’s just…I-,” Namjoo sighs, her fingers curling around Yoonji’s, “I-I’ve never done this before. With a woman.” The look on Yoonji’s face is almost comical and Namjoo has the urge to laugh despite her nerves causing bile to rise in her throat.

“Oh,” Yoonji breathes, tilting her head, “baby gay?”

Namjoo does snort at that, ducking her head shyly, “I’ve only been out for 6 months.” Yoonji hums to herself softly, bangs falling prettily over her eyes. She studies her for a moment, feline eyes unwavering. Namjoo makes herself keep that eye contact, her knee bouncing anxiously.

“Is that…o-okay? With you?”

A slow, tender smile creeps onto Yoonji’s face, her cheeks bunching as she brings Namjoo’s hand to her lips. She leaves a feather-light kiss across her knuckles, thumb skating over her skin softly.

“It’s okay with me, for sure,” Yoonji mumbles, lips rubbing against the skin of her knuckles distractingly as she speaks, “I just want to make sure this is what you want. You really want to lose your gay virginity to a girl you met at a lesbian bar?”

Namjoo blushes at the question, heart skipping a beat at the mere thought, “I mean…virginity is just a concept anyway.”

The comment earns a snort from the older, her smile wide and full of gum and teeth. Her eyes disappear into two pleasant crescents and Namjoo already yearns to see it again and again. In a rare surge of confidence, Namjoo tentatively brings her free hand up, covering Yoonji’s. She smiles softly up at the girl, her gaze steady as Yoonji matches that smile.

“I want you,” Namjoo says, her blush slowly spreading down to her neck, “I-I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous but, I want this.” Yoonji studies her for another moment, petal pink lips frowning as she looks into Namjoo’s eyes. She breathes a deep sigh, that soft smile from before creeping onto her face.

“You are so perfect. Horny and sweet. My favorite.” Namjoo sputters at the comment, pushing Yoonji away from her with a groan.

“Unnie!”

Yoonji snickers, pulling herself back into Namjoo’s space with their conjoined hands. Yoonji presses her forehead against Namjoo’s, giggling softly, warm breath fanning over Namjoo’s lips. Namjoo finds herself leaning up, lips millimeters away from Yoonji’s. She doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath from the older. Namjoo whines softly, can’t help it as she rubs her nose against Yoonji’s. The older girl giggles again, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Whining already? We haven’t even started yet…,” Yoonji teases, smug as Namjoo’s hold on her hand tightens. Namjoo feels sweat gathering at the back of her knees, heat coiling deep in her stomach. Something about the teasing, almost mean tone of her voice has Namjoo’s brain fogging over with lust, saliva pooling under her tongue.

“Please,” Namjoo whines, not even sure what she’s begging for. Yoonji clicks her tongue, her hand coming up to grab her chin. Namjoo’s eyes widen, breath shallow as Yoonji leans away to look at her. Her eyes are dark, calculating in her observation. She turns Namjoo’s head slightly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek. Namjoo gasps at the contact, nuzzling into the hand now cupping the side of her face. Yoonji groans softly, nosing into the side of Namjoo’s neck. She drags her lips across her cheek, whispering in her ear.

“Such a sweet girl,” Yoonji praises, chuckling at the whine she gets from the younger, “But you have to be good for me, okay? Be patient and let Unnie take care of you.”

Namjoo jerks at the sudden touch on her knee, not realizing the hand cradling her face moved there. Namjoo takes in a sharp breath, her cheeks darkening as she bites her lip. Yoonji smirks at the reaction, her fingers sliding up her thigh.

“This okay?” Yoonji murmurs lowly, stopping her hand at the hem of Namjoo’s skirt. Namjoo’s breath quickens, her thighs pressing together on their own accord as she nods. She shifts and can feel the wetness in her pussy, panties getting damp already. Her eyes slide close at the realization, another low whine escaping her lips as Yoonji’s fingers grip into the meat of her thigh, squeezing almost possessively. She pushes Namjoo’s skirt up, the tips of her fingers teasing the skin of her inner thigh. Namjoo shivers at the contact as she tries to control her breathing.

“Are you going to be my good girl, Namjoo?” There’s something dangerous in Yoonji’s eyes, heavy-lidded, sinful. Namjoo opens her mouth, nearly panting as Yoonji leans in close again, her nose nuzzling Namjoo’s. Namjoo doesn’t think she’s ever felt this way, the simmering pool of want deepening to no end. Embarrassment burns through her thinking about what they must look like; Yoonji’s hand up her skirt, lips dangerously close to locking.

She fleetingly feels shame at how much she wants this, how much she wants to be Yoonji’s, even if it’s for a night. Her stomach turns at the thought of what tomorrow might bring, of where this night will leave them. Yoonji’s sweet, citrus perfume brings her out of her head; back to the present. Yoonji is eyeing her closely, the heat in her gaze easing into something warm; comforting.

“Y-Yes, Unnie. I want to be good…for you,” Namjoo says softly, sighing a shuddering breath when Yoonji presses a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. Yoonji noses into her cheek affectionately.

“Wanna get out of here, good girl?” Yoonji teases, lips pressing another kiss to her cheek, “Let Unnie show you how much she wants you?” Another shiver runs up Namjoo’s spine, pussy clenching up at the thought.

“Please,” Namjoo whines her fingers curling around Yoonji’s thin waist. Yoonji giggles softly, looking down at Namjoo with that fond smile again. Yoonji retracts her hand from up her skirt, much to Namjoo’s dismay. She’s not left pouting for long as Yoonji downs the rest of her whiskey, pulling the girl up from her seat. Namjoo stands on wobbling legs, blushing as Yoonji’s firm hand wraps around her waist to steady her.

“Are you okay to walk, Angel?” Yoonji asks, small eyes clouded with worry. The look has something warm twisting in Namjoo’s chest, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Yes, Unnie. I promise,” Namjoo smiles, squeezing Yoonji’s hand still in her grip. Yoonji smiles in return, her cheeks bunching up under her eyes. She pulls Namjoo into her side and despite their height difference, Namjoo feels small and protected when Yoonji wraps an arm around her waist. Yoonji looks up at her, the same smoldering heat in her eyes returning.

“Yours or mine? I’m ten minutes away by train.” The question makes Namjoo’s heart rate spike, sweat forming at the back of her neck. She hums to herself softly. She knows that she is technically closer but curiosity makes her want to….

“We can go to yours, Unnie,” Yoonji smirks at her, the hold on her waist tightening. Namjoo looks away, shyly ducking her head. Yoonji wordlessly nods her head towards the exit, her hand resting at the small of Namjoo’s back as they walk.

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Luckily, the metro is a short trek from the club, Yoonji’s arm a constant around her waist as they enter. Yoonji stops at the vending machines at the bottom of the stairs, buying a water bottle. She hands it to Namjoo wordlessly, ushering her along to the platform. Namjoo stares at the bottle in her hands, bewildered for a moment. She looks at Yoonji for a long second, admiring her pretty lashes and pouty lips. Yoonji catches her staring, smiling softly as she nods at the bottle.

“Drink, Baby,” Namjoo blushes at the pet name and the way it satisfies something in her chest. She opens the bottle, takes a long sip, and closes her eyes at the cooling relief. She doesn’t give it a second thought as she hands the bottle over to Yoonji. The older girl shakes her head, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin of Namjoo’s hip.

Namjoo shakes the bottle in front of her face, raising an eyebrow almost impatiently. Yoonji giggles, sighing as she takes the bottle from her hand. She rolls her eyes playfully, keeping eye contact as she takes a sip. She smacks her lips dramatically once she’s finished, handing the bottle back to Namjoo, “Happy?”

Namjoo can’t help but smile, butterflies starting their chaotic swarm in her belly again, “Very.” She takes another sip from the bottle. Yoonji eyes her, that fond smile once again on her lips. Namjoo feels warm from her ears to her toes at the way Yoonji looks at her.

Soon, their train arrives and Yoonji quickly ushers them on board. She encourages Namjoo to sit down, their thighs touching as the train begins to move. Yoonji’s hand rests on Namjoo’s upper thigh, fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Namjoo sighs deeply, feeling antsy the longer Yoonji touches. The older girl is silent on their train ride, though Namjoo spots the smirk begging to spread across her face. Namjoo suddenly perks up, reaching into her bra to pull out her phone.

Group Chat: Gayz Only 2.0 💚💛🧡❤️

Nyamu<3:
Guys
I’m going home with someone 😳
Fuck I’m going home w/ someone!!

She looks up at Yoonji and blushes, the girl already staring at her.

“Everything okay?” Yoonji asks, nodding down at her phone. Namjoo clears her throat, thighs spreading subtly. Yoonji takes the hint, hand sliding up. Namjoo tenses when Yoongi’s fingers tentatively touch the outside of her panties, she blushes a deep red, thankful the train car they’re in is empty aside from them.

“Y-Yes, Unnie. I wanted to let my friends know I left with someone….”

As if on cue, her phone rapidly vibrates with new messages.

Hosuckie:
HOLY FUCK
THANK THE GODDESS
I HOPE SHE IS THE HOTTEST GIRL ALIVE
THAT’S WHAT MY NAMJOOYAH DESERVES!!!!!

JunghaJeon🐰:
Comgrats unnie!!!
I hope she makes u cum alot hehehe<3

ParkJiminie!:
Have fun Unnie I will be asking for details later 😏

Taeyhaaa:
Get it Namjoo unnie!
Be safe ily!!!!!!!!!!!<33333333333

JunghaJeon🐰:
Whre is Jinnie unnie?????

Nyamu<3:
She left earlier with a girl
She’s probably tongue deep rn

Hosuckie:
That whore
God I love her
Text if you need anything okay bby?

JunghaJeon🐰:
Anything at alllllllllLL!!!!

Nyamu<3:
Thank you guys
I’m so nervous
But she’s so sweet 😭
And hot
So hot

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Nyamu<3:
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Thanks Taetae

Namjoo shudders out a moan at the feel of Yoonji’s lips on the side of her neck, lips pressing soft, lingering kisses there. Yoonji’s fingers press a little more confidently into the front of Namjoo’s panties, the older girl moaning at how damp they are already, inner thighs sticky with her want.

“You should text your friends about how wet you are already, Namjoo-yah,” Yoonji whispers into her ear, nipping at her lobe. Namjoo rolls her hips up softly, moaning when Yoonji’s fingers finally make contact with her clit. Yoonji curses under her breath, lips sucking a mark under the cut of her jaw.

A loud ding startles both the girls, the train stopping at its next destination. A group of giggling girls boards the train, taking a seat a few rows down from them.

Yoonji slides her hand away from Namjoo’s panties, her fingers wrapping around her knee comfortably. Yoonji rests her head on Namjoo’s shoulder, pressing her face into the side of her neck. Namjoo releases a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, a giggle bubbling out of her, laughing more when Yoonji’s own shoulders shake.

“Definitely a mood killer,” Yoonji mumbles into her neck, pressing a soft kiss there. Namjoo squirms in her seat, her hand resting on top of Yoonji’s.

“Mmm, not really…,” Namjoo says softly, sliding Yoonji’s hand back up her thigh. The elder girl pulls her head away from her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Namjoo.

“Oh?” She asks, her eyes darkening, “You like almost getting caught?” Yoonji fingers don’t slide any further, they just dig into her flesh, Yoonji moving closer to her face, “You like being a little slut? Can’t go anywhere without a hand on your pussy? Don’t care who’s around? Hm?”

Namjoo closes her eyes, the heat of Yoonji’s gaze too much. She feels more than hears Yoonji’s low chuckle, her warm breath teasing Namjoo’s lips. Yoonji leans her head back onto Namjoo’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. She laughs to herself, turning her head to whisper in her ear.

“Do you think those girls over there know? Do they know how badly you want Unnie to play with your pussy?” Namjoo gasps at the thought, eyebrows furrowing as a jolt of arousal shoots down her spine. Her fingers close around Yoonji’s wrist, her grip firm but shaky.

“Y-Yoonji…,” Namjoo moans softly, her voice catching at the end. Yoonji strokes her thumb against Namjoo’s inner thigh, adjusting her head on her shoulder.

“What is it, Baby?” The elder asks, tone almost innocent. Yoonji’s hand inches ever so slightly up Namjoo’s thigh, thumb still tracing patterns into her supple flesh. Namjoo raises her hips, pleading without saying a word. Yoonji clicks her tongue, nails biting into Namjoo’s thigh. Namjoo groans under her breath, the prickling sensation of pain only clouding her head further with want. The ding overhead makes Yoonji lift her head from Namjoo’s shoulder.

“This is our stop, Angel,” she says softly. She gets up, the hand wrapped around her thigh folding into Namjoo’s wordlessly. She pulls Namjoo up, giggling as Namjoo clumsily pulls her skirt down.

She shivers once they reach street level, the late spring air colder than she remembered it being. Yoonji wraps her arm around Namjoo’s waist again, pulling her close to her side. Namjoo blushes, Yoonji’s body heat (and presence, and smell, and beauty, and just…everything) satisfying the burning pit of desire that’s been slowly swallowing her whole since meeting the older girl. Namjoo takes a moment to take in her surroundings, stomach swooping when she realizes where they are.

“Unnie, are you rich or something?” Namjoo can’t help but ask, awe in her voice as she takes in the endless row of sky-high luxury buildings. Everything was sleek and shiny, music pouring out into the streets from the nightclubs Namjoo couldn’t even dream of getting into. They were somewhere in Gangnam, that was for sure; the streets were lined with expensive cars and even more expensive-looking people getting into them. Yoonji snorts to herself, her arm tightening around Namjoo’s waist.

She looks up at the younger, a small, almost shy smile on her lips.

“I do alright for myself, I guess…,” Yoonji mumbles, laughing out right when Namjoo scoffs, “What!?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Namjoo laughs, swatting at Yoonji’s shoulder when the girl pinches the skin on her hip teasingly, “What do you do? For a living?”

She shrugs again and if it weren’t for the streetlights illuminating them overhead, Namjoo would’ve missed the way Yoonji’s cheeks tinge pink, “I’m a producer…for Hybe.”

Namjoo nearly trips over herself in her haste to stop. Yoonji gasps as her other hand comes to Namjoo’s waist, steadying her as the younger gawks at Yoonji.

“You work for the biggest entertainment company in South Korea?” Namjoo asks, eyebrows raised. Yoonji looks up at her, her own heavy-lidded eyes wide, pouty lips open. Namjoo feels a strong sense of fondness overtake her, hand reaching up to tuck a piece of Yoonji’s hair behind her ear. Yoonji blushes even further, small eyes staring somewhere around Namjoo’s chin.

“Well, it’s not the biggest, technically, but-,”

“Min Yoonji!” Yoonji pouts, peering up at Namjoo through her eyelashes.

“Don’t say my name like that!” Yoonji whines, smiling as Namjoo rolls her eyes. Yoonji continues to pull Namjoo along, Namjoo feels so light, her shoulder knocking into Yoonji’s side playfully.

“How do you want me to say it then?” Namjoo hums, her own arm coming to wrap around Yoonji’s shoulders. Yoonji is silent for a moment, a pleased smirk on her lips. Yoonji turns toward an apartment building on the corner, the doors sliding open as they approach. She wordlessly takes out a keycard, scanning it to open the inner doors.

“You’re going to be moaning it in a second,” Yoonji finally replies, not looking in Namjoo’s direction as she moves them through the sleek, minimalistic lobby of the building. Namjoo bites her lip, her heart beating against her chest at the implication. Yoonji stops them in front of an elevator and presses the call button. The silence between is pleasant but charged, the anticipation making Namjoo’s skin tingle. Namjoo drops her arm from the girl’s shoulder, her hand wordlessly finding its way into Yoonji’s. Yoonji remains silent, squeezing her fingers affectionately. The elevator comes, a pleasant chime ringing overhead as Yoonji pulls Namjoo along. She presses the button for the 7th floor, smiling up at Namjoo.

“Good?” She asks, her gaze soft at the corners. Namjoo can’t help but blush, the older girl’s undivided attention stirring something inside of her she can’t quite name.

“Good,” Namjoo agrees, voice just as soft. Yoonji smiles full force at her, cute teeth and gums on display. Namjoo feels like she has been getting whiplash the whole night; Yoonji makes her feel incredibly fond and incredibly horny all at the same time. It was unnerving but Namjoo couldn’t deny how quickly she was getting used to the feeling, craving it.

“We go at your pace, okay?” Yoonji says, eyes hard as she looks up at her, “If you want to stop or slow down, please tell me.” Yoonji brings their joined hands up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to Namjoo’s knuckles, “Good?”

“Good,” Namjoo says quietly, almost a whisper as she breathes out. The elevator doors open, and the two girls step out. Yoonji holds her hand down the hall, swinging it between them until Namjoo giggles, any residual nerves she felt slowly melting away. It surprised her how safe she felt with the elder, despite only knowing her for a couple hours. In all the scenarios she had running through her head, she was nervous; scared, to be with a woman. However as luck would have it, reality is so much better.

They stop halfway down the hall, Yoonji turning towards unit 713. She types in her code, turning to Namjoo briefly.

“Sorry if it’s a mess in here, I was not planning on bringing anyone back tonight,” Yoonji mumbles, cheeks pinkening as she opens the door.

Upon entering, Namjoo is first hit with a wave of citrus. She can’t help but smile, already comforted by the smell of tangerines and pine. The apartment is basked in soft yellow light from the lamp standing next to a low-sitting couch. The living room was small, the walls covered in various art prints and music posters. In one corner stood a very expensive-looking vinyl player and vinyl cabinet, nearly full to the brim. In another corner, there was a tall cat tower with a cute strawberry plushie peaking from the top and upon closer look, there was a cat bed shaped like a flower by the couch and a dangly cat toy taped to the ceiling in the hallway. Overall, it felt very cozy, intimate, the living area being separated from the kitchen by a wall that looked more for decoration than anything else.

“I love your place,” Namjoo says softly, back leaning against the door. Yoonji smiles softly, slowly dragging her feet until she stood in front of Namjoo, hands coming to wrap around Namjoo’s waist.

“Thank you, Angel,” Yoonji says just as softly, fingers tracing over the faint stretch marks on Namjoo’s hips, “But now that I have you alone…,” Yoonji whispers lowly, hand coming to cup the side of Namjoo’s neck. Namjoo lets out a light moan, pupils dilating as she leans closer. Yoonji has a smirk on her lips, fingers pressing into her neck as she pulls her down to her level. Yoonji’s lips brush over Namjoo’s, smirk widening as Namjoo chases after her lips, wanting more.

“You’ve never kissed a woman, Baby?” Yoonji asks, her other hand coming up to run her fingers through Namjoo’s soft, brown hair.

“N-No, Unnie. Never,” Namjoo whines, pouting as she once again tries to press her lips into Yoonji’s, the elder pulling away every time, teasing.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Yoonji asks, not waiting for a response before continuing, “I think it’s really fucking hot I get to be your first. First, for everything, fuck,” Yoonji breathes, fingers tightening in Namjoo’s hair ever so slightly. The tension on her scalp makes Namjoo groan, hips pressing into Yoonji’s softly.

“Mmm, ‘want you, Unnie. ‘M glad it’s you,” Namjoo admits softly, her own hands finding their way to Yoonji’s waist, “‘W-Want Unnie to fuck me. Only you.”

“Fuck-,” Yoonji moans, this time high-pitched, almost whiny. Namjoo’s own smirk pulls at her lips, fingers digging into Yoonji’s waist, pulling her closer. She pulls until they’re touching chest to toe, Yoonji cranes her neck up more, the space between their lips impossibly small.

“Say it again.”

“Want Unnie to fuck me,” Namjoo whines, forehead pressing against Yoonji’s, “W-Want Unnie’s fingers inside of me, ‘w-wanna make Unnie come-,” Namjoo is cut off by the hard press of Yoonji’s lips. Namjoo whimpers into the kiss, Yoonji’s soft lips the most heavenly thing she’s ever felt. Yoonji licks against the seam of her mouth, fingers tugging Namjoo’s hair as she groans. Namjoo opens easily for her, sighing when Yoonji sucks on her lower lip. She chases after the taste of whiskey on her tongue, the leftover taste of cherry lip balm. Namjoo struggles to keep up with the older girl, her mind being sent into a frenzy at the wet, hot press of her mouth. She feels overwhelmed in the best way, can feel Yoonji all around her.

She whines high in her throat when Yoonji bites her lower lip again, the sting of it being soothed by her tongue. Yoonji’s touches grow more bold, both of her wide palms coming to rest high on her thighs, giving the bottoms of her ass cheeks a firm squeeze. An ever-persistent ache starts deep inside of her, pussy clenching in need of relief.

“Touch me,” Namjoo whispers, her voice watery even to her own ears. Yoonji giggles, the sound condescending as she pouts at the younger.

“I am touching you, Namjoo-yah,” Yoonji says, tone light despite the heat in her eyes. Namjoo groans in frustration, hiding her face in the crook of Yoonji’s neck. She presses kisses into the warm, pale skin there, moaning when Yoonji tugs on her hair, pulling her face away from her neck. Namjoo doesn’t realize she closed her eyes, they snap open as she feels Yoonji’s short nails scratching at her scalp. The elder looks up at her, eyes bright with excitement, heady with desire.

“I thought you were my good girl, Namjoo-yah,” Yoonji pouts, petting the side of her face tenderly. Namjoo feels her stomach twist in shame, brows furrowing.

“W-What? No, I am, I am, I-,”

“Good girls use their words, hm?” Yoonji asks, tightening her grip in her hair when Namjoo begins to whine, “Good girls know how to ask for what they want, don’t they?”

“Y-Yes…,” Namjoo sighs, tears welling seemingly out of nowhere.

“Hey,” Yoonji says, voice light. It held none of the earlier playfulness. She puts a gentle hand to her chin, lifting it, “Look at me.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” Yoonji says, a soft smile creasing her cheeks, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Do you want to stop? I can be less-”

“No,” Namjoo says quickly, grabbing Yoonji’s wrist, “I like it.” Yoonji coos at her, softly stroking her fingers through Namjoo’s hair. Namjoo shudders at the touch, exhaling a deep sigh.

“Overwhelmed?”

Namjoo nods her head tentatively, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Yoonji leans forward, her lips pressing a soft kiss to Namjoo’s.

“Sweet, sweet girl,” Yoonji nearly purrs against her lips, pressing another kiss there, “it’s okay to be overwhelmed. But let Unnie know if you need a break, okay?”

“Okay,” Namjoo whispers, pressing her own kiss to Yoonji’s lips, “I-I’m just, ah…really, really horny.”

Yoonji laughs softly, smiling as she kisses Namjoo again, “Mhm, and what do you want Unnie to do about that?”

The game is back on, the meanness dripping on every word. Namjoo sighs, her brain pleasantly hazy.

“I want Unnie to touch my pussy,” Namjoo breathes, jumping when Yoonji’s right hand clamps down on her thigh. Yoonji pushes her skirt up, fingers finding their way to the front of Namjoo’s panties. Yoonji moans, fingers rubbing Namjoo’s clit over the fabric. Namjoo throws her head back, moaning high in her throat at the contact. Even from this, she can feel the pull in her gut, her orgasm lurking around the corner. There’s no doubt Yoonji can’t feel how wet she is already, the fabric nearly soaked through.

“Fuck.”

“See, Baby?” Yoonji says, smirking as she rubs lower, putting the lightest pressure between her folds, “Unnie will give you anything you want. You just have to ask.”

“Y-Yes, Unnie,” Namjoo whines, hips rocking softly into Yoonji’s hand, “Thank you!”

Yoonji curses under her breath, sliding her panties to the side. She gently rubs her fingers against her clit, closing her eyes at just how wet and slick she already is. She reaches down, gathering as much slick from her opening before sliding back up to circle her clit. Namjoo has gone loose-limbed, her weight mostly being supported by the door now as she moans, her thick bottom lip caught between her teeth. Yoonji rubs harder into her clit, her eyes hooded as she studies Namjoo’s face.

Namjoo felt hot everywhere, the pool of desire boiling higher and higher with every touch. She was panting, eyes screwed shut as Yoonji changes the angle of her fingers, the friction too much and not enough.

“Oh my god,” Namjoo whines, thighs clenching together, trapping Yoonji’s hand. Yoonji clicks her tongue, her other hand coming to spread them open again. She lodges one of her legs between Namjoo’s smirking as she quickens her fingers.

“If you want me to touch your pussy, you have to take it, Angel,” Yoonji hums, kissing the side of her neck softly. Namjoo’s thighs tremble where they try to clamp shut, Yoonji’s slim thigh making them unable to. Her lips drag down to her collarbone, sucking a purpling mark into the base of her throat. Namjoo grabs the back of Yoonji’s head, fingers curling into her thick, black hair. She moans as Yoonji explores further, mouthing at the top of Namjoo’s breasts.

“C-Close, so fucking close, so-,” Namjoo whines, tears once again threatening to fall. Yoonji peers up at her through her lashes, a smirk on her lips as she presses harder into her clit. Namjoo’s eyes roll into the back of her head, going silent apart from panting.

“What do you say, Baby?” Namjoo’s eyes shoot open at the question, lip quivering as she fights to keep her eyes open. Her cheeks were flushed, face glowing with a sheen of sweat. The loose tendrils of her honey-brown hair stuck to her temples and forehead. She looked debauched beyond some fingering and light degradation and it made something in Yoonji run absolutely wild.

“P-Please? Please let me come? Yoonji-Unnie, please let me-,”

“Shh, I got you,” Yoonji soothes, kissing her chin as she rubs slow, tight circles into her clit. Namjoo jerks at the change in speed, mouth open as a sob escapes her throat, the tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks.

“That’s it, Baby.”

Namjoo lets out a long, continuous moan, hips jerking as she grinds into Yoonji’s hand. Yoonji feels the heat radiating at her very core, thighs twitching to close together as she watches Namjoo slowly fall apart. The younger falls forward suddenly, lips molding to Yoonji’s. Namjoo whines into her mouth, sucking on Yoonji’s tongue when the elder opens up for her. Yoonji growls into the kiss, doubling her efforts as her own hips grind into Namjoo’s thigh. Yoonji’s other hand finds its way into Namjoo’s hair once again, pulling at the root. Namjoo freezes, a low whine escaping her lips as her thighs squeeze together, trapping Yoonji’s thigh. Yoonji can feel the way her pussy clenches up, her fingers still rubbing insistent circles into her clit. Namjoo rocks into her fingers, her moans muffled as Yoonji kisses her.

“That’s my good girl,” Yoonji moans against her lips, licking into her mouth as Namjoo whimpers, “So pretty when you come, Baby.”

Her moans slowly turn into whimpers, hips shying away as the oversensitivity takes over. Yoonji slows her rhythm, fingers sliding forward, dipping into Namjoo’s hole teasingly instead. Namjoo mewls at the sensation, eyes glassy and dazed.

“Can you come again, sweetheart?” Yoonji asks softly, smiling when Namjoo’s hips jerk in interest.

“M’yeah,” Namjoo says softly, words slurring together, cute, “I can go a couple of’times….”

“Good to know,” Yoonji hums, the hand holding her hair coming down to hold Namjoo’s face. She holds her in place, leaning in close, “‘Cause I am not done with you yet, Angel.” Yoonji lips at her lips, basking in the pitiful whine she gets out of the younger, pressing a soft kiss to her puckered lips.

“I haven’t even tasted you,” Yoonji pouts, her hand pulling at Namjoo’s jaw. The younger opens her mouth, tongue out without even being asked. A shiver runs down Yoonji’s spine, the desire to tear this girl apart and put her back together again burning her from the inside. She slowly brings her fingers up from Namjoo’s clit, putting the digits on Namjoo’s waiting tongue. The girl shivers, a low whine emitting from her throat as her lips wrap around the intrusion.

She sucks her own come off of Yoonji’s fingers, the taste tangy and a little sweet. She feels the pulsing in her core, the need to be filled sending jolts of electricity to her clit. Yoonji watches her mouth work, her own lips parted, breathing heavily. She pulls her fingers away with a ‘pop’, Namjoo just as breathless. They stare at each other for one heated moment, Namjoo’s eyes dropping down to Yoonji’s lips.

Slowly, Yoonji drops to her knees, smirking at the small gasp that escapes Namjoo’s lips. She looks up at her, hands rubbing up and down the sides of her thighs. Yoonji tries to bite back a moan, eyes raking over the expanse of smooth, golden skin. Front this vantage point, her legs seem to go on for miles, thick, toned thighs leading to plush hips and ass. Her skirt was hiked up to her lower belly, the heat in Yoonji’s gut burning brighter at the peak of her baby blue panties between her thighs; damp and still shoved to the side.

“You are so beautiful,” Yoonji says softly, in awe as she presses a kiss to her thigh. Namjoo shivers at the contact, the wet press of her lips worsening the ache inside her. She watches as Yoonji presses kisses into her skin, hands coming down to her feet to undo her shoes. She doesn’t break eye contact, her small eyes were heavy-lidded, clouded with lust. Namjoo stumbles out of her first heel, catching herself with a hand on Yoonji’s shoulder. The edge of her mouth curls up in a smile briefly before disappearing, leaning in to press a kiss to Namjoo’s inner wrist. Namjoo steps out of the second heel with much better results, though her legs still feel like jelly, seconds away from giving out. Yoonji tosses the shoes off to the side, hands massaging Namjoo’s legs. Namjoo can’t help but sigh, head leaning against the door as she closes her eyes. The feeling of Yoonji’s soft hands trailing up and down her legs was sating, grounding. She opens her eyes again when Yoonji’s hands travel up, settling on her waist. Yoonji is on her feet again, her smile soft.

“Hi.”

Without the heels, Namjoo still is taller but not dramatically so. Yoonji looks up at her, pretty eyelashes fanning over the apples of her cheeks. Namjoo feels giddy all of a sudden, shy, almost, as she raises her hands to cup Yoonji’s face. The elder gasps softly, eyes widen for a second before settling.

“Hi,” Namjoo replies, breathless. She leans forward, the space between them shorter as she presses a soft kiss to Yoonji’s lips. Yoonji’s moan is light, fingers gripping Namjoo’s waist tighter. This kiss is not as urgent as the ones they shared earlier, but the intensity burns just the same. Namjoo feels like she could float away if Yoonji weren’t holding onto her. The kiss is slow but it doesn’t take long for Namjoo to get lost in it, chasing after her lips when Yoonji pulls away for even a second.

“I like kissing you,” Namjoo admits, shy even as Yoonji pulls her in for more. The older girl bites Namjoo’s bottom lip teasingly just to hear the whimper she gets out of Namjoo.

“I like kissing you too, Baby,” Yoonji says, words mumbled as she draws Namjoo in, “You sound so pretty for me.” To prove her point, she sucks on Namjoo’s tongue, smirking at the groan she gets in response.

“Why don’t we go to my room? You can make more pretty sounds for me there, too,” Yoonji whispers against her lips, pecking them quickly.

“Yes, please,” Namjoo says, pouting when Yoonji pulls away as she leans in for a kiss. Yoonji smirks, eyes alight with that playful fire from earlier. She grabs Namjoo’s hand wordlessly, pulling away from the door. Namjoo stays close, chest nearly plastered to Yoonji’s back as the elder guides them down a long hallway. They pass the kitchen, a bathroom, and an office before opening the door at the very end of the hallway.

Similar to the living room, the bedroom is endearingly cozy; a huge king-sized bed shoved into one corner with forest green silk sheets and a mountain of pillows scattered across its surface. Clothes were thrown on every available surface, the door to her closet ajar with a pile of laundry in front. The walls where were covered in art prints and photos, some of them matching the ones in the living room. By the large windows to the right of the room stood a small desk with a laptop, headphones, and various notebooks and scrap pieces of paper. An acoustic guitar was propped against the desk.

“As I said, I was not prepared for anyone to come over…,” Yoonji says, blushing as she scans the room with unreadable eyes. Namjoo doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around Yoonji’s shoulders, kissing her cheek.

“It’s cute, it’s very…you. Cozy.”

Yoonji emits a soft chuckle, turning in Namjoo’s hold. She pulls Namjoo in by her hips, her smile betraying the intense look in her eye.

“I’m cozy, hm?” Yoonji asks, voice low. Yoonji walks backward, pulling Namjoo along, the younger can’t help but laugh, even more so when she leans in for a kiss and Yoonji nips at the tip of her nose softly. A peel of giggles erupts from Namjoo’s throat when Yoonji suddenly falls onto the bed, bringing Namjoo with her. The younger girl lands on top of her, bracing herself with hands on either side of Yoonji’s head. Yoonji looks up at her, a soft smile tilting the corners of her lips upward.

From above, Yoonji is the image of delicate, the sharpness of her gaze dulled, rounded at the edges; her cheeks and lips soft and tinged pink. Namjoo can already feel her heart expanding, making a home for her, butterflies swarming nonstop. She briefly thinks it should be concerning how much she feels already for the older, but she can’t deny how right it feels to be here with her like this.

Namjoo has spent most of her life denying herself. Maybe it’s time to finally indulge.

“Pretty,” Namjoo says softly, nearly a whisper as she traces the swell of her cheek with her thumb. Yoonji drops her gaze, cheeks darkening at the compliment. Namjoo doesn’t hesitate to lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. Each kiss is more addicting than the last, the younger almost being consumed with the need to feel Yoonji’s lips on hers. Yoonji groans softly, hands leaving her hips to slide down to her ass, squeezing.

Heat coils deep in Namjoo’s gut, hips rocking down into Yoonji’s. Yoonji slides her tongue into Namjoo’s eager mouth, her hands slipping under the waistband of her panties to grab bare handfuls of her ass. The younger stutters out a moan, thighs coming to settle on either side of Yoonji’s. She arches into the touch, blushing when Yoonji grabs and spreads her open. They both hear the squelch of Namjoo’s pussy, still wet and wanting between her legs. Yoonji nearly growls against her lips, teeth digging into Namjoo’s bottom lip, pulling. The pain goes straight to her clit, flinching as the ache deep inside of her intensifies.

Suddenly, Namjoo’s world is flipped as Yoonji turns them over with a surprising amount of strength. Between one blink and the next, She finds herself under Yoonji’s hungry gaze. Namjoo swallows, adrenaline pumping through her veins at the look. She feels like a rabbit caught in the hunter’s trap, the looming threat of danger more arousing than she could admit. The corner of Yoongi’s lip raises in a cocky smirk, fingers sliding up Namjoo’s hips and over her exposed lower stomach. The sensation is ticklish and Namjoo can’t help but giggle, squirming under the elder. Yoongi sits more firmly in her lap, pinning her legs to the bed. Namjoo stops giggling, chest rising and falling heavily as Yoonji’s hands travel up.

The elder pulls on the end of her mesh shirt, raising an eyebrow in question. Namjoo nods so quickly that her vision blurs, her own shaky hands coming up to help Yoonji undress. The elder slaps her hands away, holding her wrists together in one hand. She gives Namjoo a stern look, dark and demanding as she leans forward, stopping when she is face-to-face with Namjoo and her arms are above her head.

“Keep your hands above your head, Angel,” Yoonji whispers against her lips, pressing a kiss there, “If you’re good, I’ll give you a treat.”

“Treat?” Namjoo breathes, groaning when Yoonji’s hand tightens around her wrists briefly.

“Mhm, a treat, Baby,” Yoonji smiles, nosing against the side of her neck, “Unnie will eat this sweet pussy of yours…,” With her other hand, Yoonji rubs over her clit for emphasis, moaning at the slick sound, “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Y-Yes!” Namjoo moans, trying and failing to push her pelvis into Yoonji’s hand. The hand is gone before she can try again, a whine falling from her lips. Yoonji quiets her with a kiss, laughing meanly when Namjoo chases after her lips once she pulls away. Yoonji sits up, going back to untying her mesh shirt. She pushes it up and off, tossing it to the floor. She bends down, the ghost of her hot breath over Namjoo’s stomach making the younger groan.

Yoonji presses a kiss to her stomach, slowly making a path as she pushes her tank top up. She stops when she gets to the swell of her breasts, moaning as she sucks kisses into the top of them, licking the crease between them teasingly. Namjoo shudders at the touch, fingers digging into the pillows above her as she tries to stay still. Yoonj pulls the tank top up and off of her body, hands quickly sliding to Namjoo’s back to unclasp her bra, Namjoo silently thanked herself for wearing a matching one.

She can’t seem to stop panting, her eyes half-lidded as Yoonji discards her bra, grabbing two handfuls of her breasts. Namjoo can’t help the whimper that escapes her lips, moaning as Yoonji squeezes them. Even in her big palms, her breasts spill from her hold. Yoonji teases a perked brown nipple with the tip of her finger, licking her lips at the shuddering moan she gets from the girl below her. She stares into Namjoo’s eyes, gaze intense and unwavering as she leans down, her pink tongue coming out to lick over her nipple.

“Unnie,” Namjoo whines, almost forgetting herself as she hands shoot down to pull Yoonji closer. She stops midway, hands flopping uselessly above her head again. Yoonji smiles, sucking her nipple into her mouth. Namjoo cries out in frustration, going crazy with the need to touch.

“Good girl,” Yoonji praises darkly, pinching her other nipple between her thumb and index finger. Namjoo exhales a heavy breath, shaking as Yoonji takes her time fondling her breasts, leaving bruising marks as her lips trail downward. Namjoo is a shaking, panting mess by the time Yoonji grabs the waist of her skirt, tugging it down her long legs along with her panties. She closes her eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment. She attempts to closer her legs once her panties are off, groaning when Yoonji grabs her thighs, keeping them open.

“You don’t have to be shy, Angel,” Yoonji says, voice light as she presses a tender kiss to her knee. Namjoo opens her eyes, sitting up to look at Yoonji. Yoonji has that soft look on her face again, pouty lips pulled into a small smile. Although Namjoo can still feel the heat simmering under the surface of her gaze, she sighs a breath of relief when Yoonji doesn’t push any further.

“I know, I know, I-I’m sorry, I just-I’ve never…,” Namjoo sighs, unable to finish her sentence. Yoonji’s eyes grow comically wide given the circumstance, enough so that a nervous bubble of laughter escapes Namjoo’s lips.

“Baby…don’t tell me…,” Yoonji groans, eyebrows furrowed when Namjoo looks away. When she looks back, she can’t help but smile at the almost offended look on Yoonji’s face; brows set in a scowl and her jaw slack.

“Yeah….”

“No one’s eaten you out before?” Yoonji asks, scoffing when Namjoo hesitantly shakes her head. She blushes when Yoonji’s eyes fall from her face to the space between her legs. She brushes her index finger over her folds, gathering slick as she comes back up to rub against her clit.

“Anyone who hasn’t…is fucking insane,” Yoonji mumbles under her breath, biting her lower lip at the wet slide. Heat coils tightly in Namjoo’s gut again, the need for more all-consuming.

“But you can show me, right, Unnie?” Namjoo feels a little desperate, a little out of her mind, especially with the way Yoonji is staring at her pussy like she actually wants to devour it, “Show me…what it’s like?”

Yoonji licks her lips, her sharp gaze cutting Namjoo to the core. She slides down to her stomach, fingers digging into the fat of her thighs. She smiles, eyes unblinking as she positions herself between her legs. Namjoo’s heart is beating against her chest, hole clenching and unclenching in anticipation. Namjoo could feel Yoonji’s breath against her folds, sending a shiver down her spine.

“It would be an honor,” Yoonji says, leaning forward to press a kiss to her outer folds. Namjoo flinches at the touch, gasping as she bucks her hips, encouraging. Yoonji huffs out a laugh before sticking out her tongue and licking one long stripe up her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Namjoo whines high in her throat, legs closing on impulse. Yoonji pushes her legs back open, palms firm on the backs of her thighs as she keeps them in place. She licks again, getting deeper this time to tease Namjoo’s entrance as she goes travels upwards, sucking Namjoo’s clit between her lips. Namjoo yelps, hands shooting down to hold Yoonji’s head as she writhes, moaning as Yoonji sucks relentlessly on the nub. The sensation is nothing like Namjoo’s ever experienced before, the pleasure intense and compounding. Yoonji moans against her, eyes sliding close as Namjoo grinds against her face.

Yoonji stops her assault, smiling when Namjoo’s body relaxes all at once, thighs twitching in her hold as Yoonji laps sloppily into Namjoo’s pussy, humming to herself.

“You taste so good, Baby,” Yoonji praises, swirling her tongue around Namjoo’s clit teasingly. Namjoo jumps again at the contact, fresh slick leaking out of her the longer Yoonji touches. Namjoo doesn’t respond, doesn’t seem to be in the mind to do anything but moan, her orgasm approaching incredibly fast. Namjoo intakes a sharp gasp when Yoonji presses her thumb into her clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as she spreads her folds with her fingers, tongue lapping at Namjoo’s entrance.

Namjoo doesn’t know what to do with herself, whine after whine rolling off her tongue as she writhes. She finds herself in the rhythm of pushing her pussy into Yoonji’s face only to then pull away because the pleasure is too much. Yoonji presses her forearm over Namjoo’s hips, pinning her in place as she points her tongue and dips it into Namjoo’s hole, moaning at the clench.

“O-Oh, Oh my fuck-,” Namjoo’s eyes roll into the back of her head, the sensation is strange but Namjoo can’t deny how good it feels to have something inside of her, “More, p-please, more, Unnie.” Yoonji moans, the vibration making Namjoo’s thighs begin to shake. Yoonji doubles down, tongue fucking Namjoo’s hole while her thumb speeds up. The younger girl stills, a silent cry on her lips as her thighs try but fail close around Yoonji’s shoulders. Yoonji sucks on her folds, her chin and mouth wet and messy with saliva and slick. The grip on Yoonji’s hair tightens, her orgasm building, building, building.

“I’m gonna’ come, I-I’m gonna’ come, fuck-,” Namjoo breathes cutting herself off with a loud groan when Yoonji licks from her pussy down her perineum to her asshole. Namjoo blushes, feeling all kinds of filthy with the way Yoonji circles her tongue around the puckered hole, even more so when she travels back up to stick her tongue into her pussy again.

The thought of Yoonji putting her tongue in her ass is what sends her over the edge.

Namjoo curls in on herself, practically riding the older girl’s face as she comes hard. Yoonji moans, greedily tonguing up the come that gushes out of her cunt. A string of moans leaves Namjoo’s lips, hips twitching as she rides out the waves of her orgasm on Yoonji’s tongue. The pressure on her clit lessens, the touch barely there now but it doesn’t stop the girl from shivering with every light press. The older girl still has her tongue buried in her hole, coming out to press sloppy, lazy kisses to her folds. Namjoo feels like she is on another plain of existence, a dull ringing in her ears as she comes back down. She runs her fingers through Yoonji’s hair, finding comfort in the touch. Yoonji hums softly, pressing a kiss to Namjoo’s inner thigh.

“Good, Baby?”

Namjoo opens her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and sits up, looking down at Yoonji. Arousal shoots hot and heavy down to her pussy at the sight; the bottom half of Yoonji’s face shiny with come and saliva, cheeks and lips a deep shade of pink. Her hair is wild from where Namjoo’s gripped it, strands of it sticking to the mess on her face. She looks gorgeous in the most sinful way, eyes dark with lust. Namjoo squirms under Yoonji’s intense gaze, her breath catching in her throat.

“I came so hard, Unnie,” Namjoo sighs, almost sounding dazed. Yoonji giggles softly, pressing a kiss to where her thigh meets her hip.

“I could feel it, Baby. All clenched up down here,” Yoonji purrs, fingers teasing her hole. Namjoo bites her lip, blushing as she feels another round of slick run down her taint to her asshole. Yoonji (of course) notices, a smirk on her lips, “What is it, Angel?”

“Want-want Unnie’s fingers…,” Namjoo hums, eyelids growing heavy as Yoonji pushes her middle finger into her entrance, moaning when Yoonji quickly adds her index finger. Namjoo gasps at the sensation, something deep inside of her sated at the feeling of being filled. She clenches around the fingers, especially when Yoonji crooks them up, trying to find that sweet spot inside of her.

“Like this, Angel?” Yoonji asks, licking her lips as the sound of Namjoo’s moans mixed with the wet squelch of the older girl’s fingers pressing in and out of her pussy. Namjoo shudders, hips rocking down to meet Yoonji’s shallow thrusts. Her legs close on instinct when Yoonji finds her g-spot, the most beautiful cry the elder has ever heard rolling off of Namjoo’s tongue. She stays on that spot, rubbing insistently on every press in.

“H-Harder,” Namjoo breathes out, head lolling back at the delicious drag of Yoonji’s fingers against her walls, the rhythm coaxing another orgasm from deep within. Namjoo hiccups out a moan on every thrust, fingers pulling at the sheets below her as she fucks herself on Yoonji’s fingers. Yoonji’s eyes never leave Namjoo’s face, every whine and whimper from the younger sends a jolt of arousal down her spine. She slowly inserts a third finger, smiling at the way Namjoo’s eyes close in pure bliss, thick bottom lip caught between her teeth. One of her hands goes to her breasts, fingers teasing and pinching at her nipples.

“You like Unnie’s fingers, Baby?” Yoonji asks, voice thick with lust. Namjoo whines high in her throat, nodding limply.

“Yes, ‘s feels s-so fucking good, Unnie,” Namjoo breathes, a sweet smile forming on her lips. Yoonji feels a little dazed herself, completely gone already for the girl slowly falling apart on her fingers. She moans softly, quickening her pace as Namjoo nears the edge.

“So sweet like this, Baby,” Yoonji hums, head leaning against Namjoo’s right thigh, “I wonder how sweet you’d be on my strap….” The comment has Namjoo groaning pitifully, hips twitching as she fucks herself harder.

“Please, Unnie, I’d be so good for you,” Namjoo moans, panting.

“I know you would, Angel. Anything to have a big cock in you, right?” Yoonji growls, fingers rubbing against her g-spot in hard little circles. Namjoo moans low and loud, hips stuttering to a stop at the action. Namjoo furrows her brow, shaking her head as she pouts, “No?” Yoonji asks, eyebrows raised.

“W-Want Unnie’s cock, only Unnie’s,” Namjoo mumbles under her breath, thighs shaking the longer Yoonji stays on that spot inside her. Yoonji curses under her breath, fucking her fingers into Namjoo as her lips attach to the girl’s clit, sucking hard. Namjoo wails, thighs practically trapping the older girl’s head as she curls in on herself. Yoonji moans, sending vibrations through Namjoo’s already sensitive clit. Just the thought of Namjoo writhing around, crying on her strap-on was enough to make Yoonji shake with want, her other hand snaking down to touch herself through her pants.

“Yeah? Want Unnie’s cock? Wanna’ be Unnie’s little cock slut too?” Yoonji isn’t sure where the questions are coming from, all she knows is that she is already addicted to the sound of Namjoo falling apart; tears brimming at her lashline and body barely able to keep still. Namjoo chokes out a sob at the question, nodding her head as she bites her lower lip raw.

“Yes, yes, yes…want-want to be Unnie’s slut!” Namjoo pants, voice near breaking. Yoonji goes back to sucking on her clit, adding a third finger as she fucks Namjoo harder. Namjoo keens, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the overwhelming sensation. It was boarding on too much, her orgasm fast approaching and unyielding. Her fingers find themselves in Yoonji’s hair again, pulling as she fucks herself on Yoonji’s tongue and fingers. Tears spill down her cheeks when Yoonji presses into her g-spot just right; little overwhelmed gasps for breath fill the space as her body freezes. A pressure deep inside Namjoo begins to build, the feeling intensifying with every press of Yoonji’s fingers.

“O-Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck, just like that, fu-,” Her pussy clenches and unclenches again and again around Yoonji’s fingers. All at once, the pressure releases, a gush of come rushing out to wet Yoonji’s chin and neck. Yoonji moan is loud at the realization, tongue lapping at the mess around her fingers as she continues to fuck her through it. Namjoo cries, fingers shaky as she pets Yoonji’s hair softly. Her thighs shake where they’re pressed against Yoonji’s shoulders, relaxing open as she comes down. Yoonji presses a kiss to her clit, smirking at the way her hips twitch away from the stimulation. She slows her fingers to a languid in and out, humming at the way Namjoo’s nails scratch at her scalp. The older girl presses a kiss to Namjoo’s hip, trailing them up her stomach, her breasts, until she can kiss Namjoo on the lips. The younger is enthusiastic with the contact, whining at the taste of her come on Yoonji’s tongue. She pulls Yoonji down on top of her, one hand fisted in the back of Yoonji’s hair while the other settled over the swell of her ass.

Yoonji feels like the roles have suddenly reversed as she struggles to keep up with Namjoo’s insistent tongue, kisses bruising as the younger rolls her hips up into Yoonji’s despite the mind altering orgasm moments before.

“Baby, baby, slow down,” Yoonji laughs against the younger’s lips, kissing her again when she pouts. Namjoo presses her forehead against Yoonji’s, the hand on Yoonji’s ass squeezing lightly.

“I’m sorry, Unnie…you just…you-,” Namjoo whines softly, eyebrows scrunching together cutely, “You fucked me so good, Unnie. I-I squirted. I’ve never done that before,” Yoonji can’t help the sly smirk that crawls onto her face, eyes dark as she runs her fingers through Namjoo’s hair, brushing sweaty strands of it from her face.

“That was so fucking hot, Angel, made me go crazy,” Yoonji hums, hips rolling into Namjoo’s for emphasis. Namjoo gasps at the feeling, her pout returning as her fingers creep under Yoonji’s shirt.

“Wanna make you feel good, Unnie, please?”

Who was Yoonji to deny her anything?

Yoonji presses one last lingering kiss to Namjoo’s lips before sitting up in her lap. Yoonji grabs the end of her shirt, raising it over her head. Namjoo bites her lip, breathing out a small whine when she realizes Yoonji isn’t wearing a bra. Yoonji smiles to herself, tossing the shirt onto the floor, hands going to the waist of her pants. The younger stares in awe, the expanse of Yoonji’s pale, flawless skin making her brain shut off and reboot. She reaches out slowly, wrapping her hands around Yoonji’s small waist. The elder gasps under her breath, her chest rising and falling a little heavier. Namjoo’s hands travel up, over her ribs, cupping her small breasts in her hands. Yoonji twitches at the touch, pushing her chest into Namjoo’s hold encouragingly. Namjoo squeezes them softly, thumbs rubbing over her erect nipples. Yoonji moans softly at the touch, lip caught between her teeth as Namjoo explores, pinching one of her nipples between her index finger and thumb.

Namjoo looks up at her face in wonder, pupils dilated as she rolls them between her fingers, licking her lips at the reaction she gets from the older.

“Does it feel good, Unnie?” She breathes, hands massaging her breasts in tender circles. Yoonji nods her head softly, smiling as she brings her hand to the side of Namjoo’s neck, pulling her up until she can press her lips to hers. She moans into Namjoo’s mouth, hips rocking down into the girl’s lap.

“So good, Baby,” Yoonji breathes against her lips, gasping as Namjoo kisses a trail down her neck, moaning at the sweet taste of her skin. She eagerly sucks a nipple into her mouth, reveling in the lewd moan that escapes Yoonji’s lips. Namjoo’s hands find their way back to Yoonji’s ass, dipping under the waist band teasingly. Yoonji shivers at the touch, her hands coming down to finish pushing her pants off of her legs. With a bit of maneuvering and help from the younger, Yoonji manages to push them off, leaving her in her panties in Namjoo’s (more than willing) lap.

Namjoo doesn’t hesitate to touch, fingers squeezing into the fat of Yoonji’s thighs. She pulls away from the elder’s chest, lips parted as she takes in the expanse of Yoonji’s exposed skin. Her thighs made saliva pool under Namjoo’s tongue, plump and unblemished. She couldn’t help but giggle at the panties she was wearing; pale purple with a trim of lace and cartoon cats and stars printed all over. The smile quickly leaves her face when eyes venture lower, noticing the wet spot between her legs. The younger moans softly, fingers tracing the line of Yoonji’s panties. She looks up at the elder, pouting.

“Can I touch, Unnie? Please?” Namjoo whines, fingers trailing closer to Yoonji’s mound. Yoonji felt light-headed, the anticipation of touch driving her nearly insane. Yoonji smiles softly down at the girl, cupping her face in her hand.

“Of course, Angel.” Namjoo smiles in reply, fingers teasing the front of Yoonji’s panties. Yoonji gasps, lips parted in a silent whine as Namjoo presses up, rubbing soft circles against her clit. Namjoo’s bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyes leaving Yoonji’s to watch her fingers play with her pussy. Yoonji rocks into the touch, hips rolling to meet Namjoo’s rhythm. Namjoo slides her hand into Yoonji’s panties, both girls moaning at the first touch of her fingers on bare skin.

“You’re so wet, Unnie,” Namjoo whines, fingers sliding between her folds, the sound of it sending Namjoo into an early grave.

“Yes, Baby. All because of you, you got Unnie so worked up,” Yoonji huffs, each word taking effort to get out. Namjoo whines high in her throat, fingers teasing the older’s entrance. She looks up at Yoonji, eyes wide and pleading. Yoonji nods softly, mewling at the first press of Namjoo’s fingers inside of her.

“Fuck,” Namjoo says, in awe as she pushes two fingers inside of Yoonji at once. The fit is tight, the elder clenching around her digits. Namjoo experiments with movement, slowly pushing in and out. Yoonji begins to move her hips, sighing as she closes her eyes, feeling the pleasure radiate throughout her body. The younger crooks her fingers up, trying to find Yoonji’s sweet spot. She knows she finds it when the elder yelps, hips grinding harder into Namjoo’s hand.

She moans low in her throat, hand coming up to rub her nipples. Namjoo can’t look away from Yoonji’s face, pupils dilated at the unadulterated pleasure transforming her face. Yoonji’s eyes have slipped close, her breathing heavy. Low, sweet moans fall from her kiss bitten lips, almost like she doesn’t mean to make them but can’t help but do it, “Faster, fuck Unnie faster, Princess, okay?”

Namjoo obeys eagerly, fingers picking up speed as she watches Yoonji shudder, nearly going limp as a moan is ripped from her throat. She brings her other hand down to her clit, rubbing fast and rough circles against the spot. Yoonji’s hips stutter at the contact, thighs squeezing around Namjoo as she begins to fall apart. With her other hand, Namjoo pulls Yoonji’s panties to the side, mesmerized by the wet slide of her fingers going in and out of the girl. She licks her lip, heart beat picking up as Yoonji’s volume increases, moans turning into one continous whine.

She can tell when Yoonji is pushed over the edge, pussy clenching around her fingers tightly, almost like she was trying to suck them in further. The elder leans down, pressing a hard kiss to Namjoo’s lips as she comes, moaning as her hips continue to grind into Namjoo’s palm. Namjoo slows her fingers, eyes closing as she licks into Yoonji’s mouth, soaking up every whine that escapes her mouth.

“You’re so hot, Yoonji-Unnie,” Namjoo whines against her lips, smiling at the startled laugh she gets from the older. Yoonji nuzzles her nose against the younger’s, smiling as she comes down.

“You made me feel so good, Baby,” Yoonji breathes softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Namjoo’s lips. Namjoo feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest, satisfaction swirling pleasantly in her tummy.

“I’m glad, Unnie, although…,” Namjoo trails off, cheeks darkening in color. Yoonji leans up, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

“What is it?”

“Well…I just-Can you come again?” Yoonji’s eyes widen, a slow smirk forming on her lips. She breathes heavily, hips pressing down into Namjoo’s hand again, riding her fingers briefly. The slide was more intense, the feeling as overwhelming as it was delicious post-orgasm.

“I can…why?” She laughs again when Namjoo turns her face away, lip caught between her teeth cutely. It was bizarre how adorable Yoonji found it despite the girl’s fingers still actively being inside of her. Yoonji coos at her, hands coming to cup Namjoo’s face. She squishes her cheeks together, laughing at the puckered pout of Namjoo’s lips, “What is it, Baby?”

“Well,” Namjoo starts despite the pout Yoonji’s hands are creating, “I-I wanna taste you, Unnie.”

Yoonji clenches at the words, eyes darkening once again, “Yeah? You want Unnie’s pussy in your mouth, Baby?” She asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the younger’s lips. Namjoo moans, nodding her head eagerly as she leans up for more, fingers working up a slow rhythm again inside of her. Yoonji lets go of her face, a hand finding its way into Namjoo’s hair while the other rests at the base of her throat. Namjoo releases a shuddering breath, squirming the more she gets worked up.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Namjoo mumbles between kisses, breath labored as Yoonji rolls her hips down into hers, “p-please?” A broken sound leaves Yoonji’s mouth, startling the both of them. With one last hard kiss to Namjoo’s lips, Yoonji sits up and with Namjoo’s help, slides her panties off of her, tossing them to the floor. Yoonji shifts up the bed, kneeling over Namjoo’s face. Namjoo’s hands caress Yoonji’s slim thighs, lips kissing a trail up her left thigh to the jut of her hip. Yoonji is panting heavily, hair wild around her face as she looks down at the younger. She spreads her thighs wider, lowering herself over Namjoo’s face. Namjoo can feel saliva gathering under her tongue at the sight of Yoonji’s pussy this close to her face. Like the rest of her, it wa small, lips and clit and pretty shade of pink.

“Ready, Angel?” Yoonji asks, fingers brushing hair out of Namjoo’s face tenderly. The younger nods, fingers digging into Yoonji’s thighs, “Pinch me if you need to stop, okay? Go slow.” Namjoo nods again, whining softly. Yoonji takes in a deep breath, lowering her hips even further. Namjoo lifts her head, lips pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her clit. Yoonji moans softly, hips slowly grinding into Namjoo’s waiting tongue. The younger is tentative at first, giving small, kittenish licks to her clit, exploring lower as she grows more confident. Yoonji tries to remain patient, lower lip caught between her teeth as she pets Namjoo’s hair softly. Namjoo moans, closing her eyes as she sucks on Yoonji’s clit, the hands gripping Yoonji’s thighs pulling her down. The elder groans, hips pressing down harder, twitching at the feel of Namjoo’s tongue lapping at her entrance.

“Unnie,” Namjoo whines, mouth so close to Yoonji’s pussy she can feel the vibration. Yoonji gulps audibly, fingers tightening in Namjoo’s hair.

“Yes, Baby?”

“Fuck my face, please,” Namjoo pouts, eyes too innocent for such a request. Yoonji physically shudders at the words, momentarily baring all of her weight down on Namjoo. She quickly raises her hips, much to Namjoo’s dismay.

“Want me to use you, Baby?” Yoonji breathes, getting worked up again the longer Namjoo stares at her with those eyes. Namjoo nods, kissing Yoonji’s outer folds as she encourages Yooji to bare down again.

“Please, Yoonji-Unnie. Make yourself come on my tongue, I-I want it all over my face,” Namjoo moans the last part out, tongue dipping into Yoonji’s hole before licking back up tp her clit. Yoonji moans loudly at that, hips finally baring down on Namjoo’s mouth. Yoonji doesn’t waste time establishing a rhythm, hips moving back and forther over Namjoo’s tongue. The younger keeps it stiff, occasionally sucking at Yoonji’s clit.

“Such a dirty little slut, fuck,” Yoonji groans, holding Namjoo’s head in place by her hair as she picks up her pace, “How did I get so lucky?” Namjoo’s eyes flutter close at her words, hands sliding back to grab onto Yoonji’s ass, encouraging her to go faster. Yoonji falters for a moment, a sharp jolt of arousal shooting straight to her clit as her orgasm builds. Yoonji changes the angle, shifting from one leg to the other, her moan nearly shrill at the delicious feeling once she finds the perfect angle. She feels nearly delirious with the need to come, her body feverishly hot as she flushes from her neck down to her chest. Her thighs begin to shake, her breathing audible and whiny. Namjoo is nonstop moaning below her, mouth wet with spit and slick as Yoonji grinds her clit into Namjoo’s tongue.

“You like Unnie’s pussy in your mouth, Baby?” Yoonji asks, near panting as she presses Namjoo’s face into her cunt. Namjoo moans loudly, the vibration edging Yoonji that much closer. Namjoo shifts under Yoonji and for a moment she worries about the younger’s comfort until she looks behind her. Namjoo has two fingers circling her clit, rubbing at the same speed as Yoonji’s thrusts. Yoonji nearly comes on the spot at the discovery, fingers tightening into Namjoo’s hair, “Fuck, Baby,” Yoonji laughs, breathless as her orgasm approaches. Namjoo opens her eyes, whimpering as she bucks into her own hand, jostling Yoonji for a moment. Yoonji shakes her head in disbelief, clenching when she feels her orgasm build, build, and build.

Namjoo’s other hand grips Yoonji’s asscheek, fingers tentatively rubbing over Yoonji’s asshole. Yoonji yelps, brows furrowing as she tenses, thighs shaking where she changes her pace to a slow grinding, head falling back at the feeling of Namjoo mouth on her clit and her fingers over her asshole.

“Yes, Baby, fuck. Keep doing that, yeah-,” Yoonji cuts herself off on a loud moan, orgasm washing over her all at once. She swears she stops breathing for a second, pussy pulsing as she comes hard. Namjoo moans at the feeling, fingers press harder against Yoonji’s asshole, sucking harder on Yoonji’s clit. The older cries out, mouth open as she leans forward, head hanging low. She groans, hips moving quickly again as she rides out the rest of her orgasm, coming to an abrupt stop when it becomes too much. Namjoo eases off of her clit, leaving tender kisses to her outer labia, her mound, nose nuzzling against Yoonji’s neatly trimmed pubes.

“So good, Unnie,” Namjoo says dreamily, smiling with the most dazed expression in her eyes. Yoonji doesn’t respond verbally, sliding down Namjoo’s body, pressing her lips to the younger’s. She moans at the taste of her come on the Namjoo’s tongue, sucking it into her mouth. Namjoo wraps her arms around Yoonji’s shoulders, keeping the girl close to her chest. Yoonji simply melts, her body sinking into Namjoo’s as they continue to kiss, slow and unhurried.

“Love your mouth,” Yoonji groans, biting Namjoo’s lower lip, sucking it into her mouth for emphasis. Namjoo giggles, fingers carding through Yoonji’s hair at the back of her head.

“Yeah? I did good?” Namjoo asks, voice sweet and almost shy. Yoonji stops her assault, looking down at Namjoo. She cups both of Namjoo’s cheeks, smiling softly.

“You did good, Angel. So good.” Namjoo blushes and Yoonji knows she’s gone already for this girl. She sighs happily, groaning as she hides her face in the crook of Namjoo’s neck.

“I need a fucking nap,” Yoonji grumbles, laughing when Namjoo pinches her side.

“You need a nap? I got my brains fucked out! You think I can stay awake after that?” Namjoo complains, trying to hold back the laughter in her voice. Yoonji can’t help but giggle along with her, lifting her face from its hiding place. She smirks down at the younger, thumb coming to rub against her cheek.

“I fucked your brains out, huh?” Yoonji asks conversationally, shit-eating grin on her lips. Namjoo rolls her eyes, arms tightening around Yoonji’s waist.

“You know you did, Unnie,” Namjoo huffs, blushing, “ruined me for anyone else.” Yoonji clenches at the thought, her eyes darkening once again.

The older leans down, lips a breath away from the younger’s, “Good,” she breathes, moaning as she kisses Namjoo. A shiver runs down Namjoo’s spine at the word, fingers digging into Yoonji’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer. They kiss for some time, getting lost in the feeling.

Eventually, Yoonji pulls away, lips tingling and red. Namjoo is in no better shape, her lips kiss-bitten and slick with spit.

“We should shower,” Yoonji says, laughing at the groan Namjoo emits. Yoonji wordlessly sits up, giggling even more when Namjoo tries to pull her back down to her chest.

“No,” Namjoo whines, pouting, “stay.”

“We’re covered in come, spit, and whatever else, Baby,” Yoonji laughs, “We can’t go to sleep like this.”

A bewildered sort of look crosses Namjoo’s face, brown eyes wide and her mouth agape, “What?” Yoonji asks.

“Y-You…You want me to stay the…night?” Namjoo asks, voice barely above a whisper. In an instant she is the same girl she met at the bar what seems like ages ago by now. Yoonji feels her heart break and swell at the same time in her chest.

“Yes, I do,” Yoonji says softly, a small smile on her lips, “If you want to leave, I won’t stop you. But just so you know, this…this wasn’t just a one-night stand for me.” She reaches for one of Namjoo’s hands, holding it between her own. Namjoo’s blush deepens, the sweetest smile Yoonji has ever seen erupting on her face.

“Oh,” Namjoo breathes, squeezing Yoonji’s hand, “Okay.” Yoonji kisses the top of Namjoo’s hand, climbing out of her lap afterward. It takes effort but Yoonji manages to get off of the bed and stand on her feet. Upon standing up, the tackiness on her skin makes her wrinkle her nose and she wordlessly grabs Namjoo’s arm, pulling her up. The younger girl stumbles onto her feet, nearly toppling over if it weren’t Yoonji’s hands around her waist.

Yoonji grabs her hand and leads them to the ensuite. With the lights switched on, Yoonji turns on the shower, testing the temperature. She turns to Namjoo when it’s just right, smiling, “Alright, Baby, get in.”

Namjoo steps around Yoonji and into the shower stall, moaning at the warm water hitting her face and chest. She opens her eyes, wiping the water off of her face as she turns to Yoonji, frowning, “Are you not getting in?”

“I’m going to change the sheets really quick, I’ll be in in a second, Angel,” Yoonji asks, wiping the wet tendrils of Namjoo’s hair from her face. Namjoo pouts but nods, turning to face the water again. Yoonji closes the shower door and pads out of the room. Namjoo takers her time washing up, lathering the fancy eucalyptus and green tea body wash Yoonji has all over her body. She doesn’t know Yoonji’s in the bathroom again until the shower door opens suddenly, the shorter girl stepping in behind her. Namjoo turns around, smiling as she wraps her arms around Yoonji’s shoulders.

“Hi,” Namjoo says, smiling as Yoonji wraps her arms around Namjoo’s waist.

“Hi,” Yoonji replies, “Missed me?”

“A lot,” Namjoo says, nodding. Namjoo leans down and kisses Yoonji before wordlessly turns to pump more body wash into her hand. She lathers it up, rubbing it into Yoonji’s skin. The elder moans silently, staying still as Namjoo works. Bathing Yoonji quickly turns into getting her off, fingers finding their way to her clit as she sucks purpling bruises into her throat. Yoonji comes for a third time pressed against the shower wall, Namjoo’s sweet, needy whines against her ear.

“Now we’re even,” Namjoo whispers against her ear, kissing the spot just below it. The intensity of the moment doesn’t last for long, quickly dissolving into something warm, innocent. The girls take turns washing each other’s hair, Yoonji humming under her breath as her nails scratching at Namjoo’s scalp. When the water starts to turn cold, they shut the water off, Namjoo glued to Yoonji’s back as they step out of the shower.

Yoonji pulls out a large, fluffy towel from the closet and wraps Namjoo in it, kissing her nose as she towels Namjoo’s hair dry. Once she wraps a towel around herself, the two move the sink and start brushing their teeth, Yoonji luckily having a spare toothbrush under the sink. Once finished, Yoonji grabs Namjoo’s hand and leads them back into the bedroom. She stops once she’s in front of her closet, kicking away the pile of clothes in front of it. She turns to look at Namjoo for a moment, squinting before turning back. She pulls out a large, black tshirt, the front saying, “The Earth if flat, didn’t you know that?”

“I think this will fit?” Yoonji mumbles under her breath, handing the shirt over to Namjoo. Namjoo drops the towel around her body and pulls the shirt over her head. The fit is tight around her breasts but it’s long enough to cover her ass. She’ll take it at a win. Yoonji quickly throws on a baggy, grey shirt of her own, slipping on a pair of black boxer briefs after. She hands a pair of boxer briefs to Namjoo as well, smirking.

“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to…,” Yoonji says, eyes taking in Namjoo’s bare legs. Namjoo can’t help but feel shy, rolling her eyes despite her heart beating against her chest.

“I bet you would like it if I didn’t?” Namjoo asks, already knowing the answer. She slides them up her thighs, warmth spreading throughout her at the feeling of wearing Yoonji’s clothes. Yoonji seems to be of the same mind, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her in. There’s heat in her eyes, hands resting just above the curve of Namjoo’s ass.

“I wouldn’t be opposed by any means…,” Yoonji says, smirking, “it’ll help for tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning?” Namjoo asks, heart beating against her chest at the implication. Yoonji pouts at her, a faux look of innocence on her face.

“How else am I supposed to wake my Baby up?” Namjoo whines at the pet name, pulling Yoonji with her as she steps back toward the bed.

“Your Baby, huh?” Namjoo asks, trying and failing to keep the glee out of her voice. Yoonji looks up at her fondly, a small, delicate smile on her lips. When the back of Namjoo’s knees hit the bed, she falls back, bringing Yoonji with her. Yoonji snorts, straddling Namjoo’s hips again. She drags her finger against Namjoo’s face, tracing the lines of her lips, cheeks, and nose.

“Yeah, my Baby,” Yoonji breathes, a blush coloring the apples of her cheeks, “If you want to be.”

Namjoo doesn’t think she’s wanted anything else more in her life.

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Namjoo wakes up slowly, her body coming back online one limb at a time. She feels more than hears the purring sound, the rattle of it in her chest. As she gains more awareness, she feels a light pressure over her chest and for one sleep clouded second she thinks it’s Yoonji snoring on her chest. Upon cracking one eye open, she discovers that it’s a cat.

A real cat. Not Yoonji.

The cat slow blinks at her, continuing to purr as it sits on Namjoo’s chest. The creature was all black with a distinct white face and matching paws. When it opened its eyes, two large, yellow eyes stared back.

“Well, hello,” Namjoo croaks, fingers coming to scratch up the cat’s jaw. The purring intensifies at the contact, bushy tail swishing happily. Namjoo finally gets a good look at the pink color around its neck, “Hi Yeri, you’re a pretty girl, aren’t you?” She coos, scratching under her ear now. Yeri starts to knead at the blanket below her, pushing her head into Namjoo’s hand.

Buzzing from the nightstand beside her startles her for a moment. She turns, smiling when she sees her phone plugged in and charged on the night stand. She reaches over to grab it, trying not to jostle Yeri. Yeri mews once, getting up from Namjoo’s chest. She stretches and walks off, jumping down from the bed. Namjoo pouts, watching her as she leaves through bedroom door, slightly ajar.

Namjoo sighs, unlocking her phone.

Group Chat: Gayz Only 2.0 💚💛🧡❤️

[01:45]
Hosuckie:
Give me status updates, how many times have u 💦💦????

ParkJiminie!:
I hope ur having a good time Unnie!! Love U<3333333

JunghaJeon🐰:
Are you spending the night Unnie? I hope she’s taking care of you! Does she know ur feet get cold easily??? She better!!! 😡

Taeyhaaa:
Let us know ur alive when u get the chance pls <33
Be safe ily!!!!!!!!!!!<33333333333

[03:09]
Sookjinnie🐹🍰!:
Holy fuck I missed a lot
Congrats babes!!!!!
Ur no longer a baby gay
They grow up so fast 😭💛
Let us know when ur heading home ok? I’ll make u a special dinner tonight 💛🧡❤️

Taeyhaaa:
I’ll get a cake that says “congrats on the gay sex”

[08:58]
Nyamu<3:
Hi!! I’m alive
I spent the night with her.
I think I’m in love.

A new bout of butterflies erupts in her stomach once she finishes typing. She knows it silly to feel like this so soon, but she can’t help it.

ParkJiminie!:
She lives!!!
Was the sex that good??? 😳

Sookjinnie🐹🍰!:
Oh lord
Although if anyone was gonna partake in Uhaul Lesbianism, it would be Joojoo
Or Jungha

Nyamu<3:
Hey!!! 🙁
Ok it’s a little uhaul BUT HEAR ME OUT

Sookjinnie🐹🍰!:
Okay, I’m listening…

Nyamu<3:
…she’s perfect
Like I felt so safe and cared for
I think you guys would like her!

ParkJiminie!:
I will be the judge of that!
What’s her name?

Nyamu<3:
Yoonji 💖
She looks like a cat and is so grumpy
But secretly isn’t
She’s so sweet
I really like her
I know I’ve known her for barely 24 hours
And most of those hours were filled with the hottest sex of my life
But idk…
It feels right???

ParkJiminie!:
Awwwwwww Unnie 🥺
That’s so cute
I’m glad you’re happy! <3

Taeyhaaa:
How sweet and horny of u Unnie <3
I can’t wait to meet her 😀

Sookjinnie🐹🍰!:
No judgement here, the gays move fast
Is she free sometime this week? We could have a movie night?

Nyamu<3:
I’ll ask!
Fuck I’m so giddy
I love you guys

Sookjinnie🐹🍰!:
Love u Jooie<3

ParkJiminie!:
LOVE YOU SO MUCH UNNIE!!!!!!!

Taeyhaaa:
Love ya always and forever Unnie :)

JunghaJeon🐰:
I just qwoke up but luv u sm unnie hehehe 💛

Noise from the hallway distracts her from her thoughts. With great effort, she gets out of bed, shivering as her feet hit the cold ground. She opens the door, peering down the hallway. She doesn’t see anything but she does smell food. She tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall.

She stops once she reaches the kitchen, smiling as she sees Yoonji float around the space in nothing but the big shirt and boxer briefs she slept in. Her hair is up in a clip as she flips something in the pan on the stove. Yeri is sat at the window sill, her eyes closed as her tail swishes around absently. Namjoo hears an old Epik High album playing quietly in the living room, the sound gentle as it enters the kitchen. Namjoo gets lost in watching Yoonji work, the butterflies swarming nonstop.

“Are you going to sit down, or are you going to keep staring?” Yoonji calls over her shoulder, mixing a sauce in the bowl next to the stove. Namjoo blushes, feet shuffling on the ground as she walks over and sits at the small table in the center of the kitchen. Yoonji grabs a plate from the cabinet to her right, piling food onto it. She wordlessly turns, setting down a plate with kimchi jeon with a fried egg on top in front of Namjoo as well as a bowl of manduguk. Namjoo stares in awe at the plate, mouth already watering at the sight. She lifts her head again in time to see Yoonji set down several bowls of side dishes, setting her own plate down next to Namjoo’s.

“Morning, Baby,” Yoonji mumbles softly, pressing a kiss to Namjoo’s messy head of hair. Yoonji sits in the chair next to her, putting a hand on her thigh as she picks up her chopsticks with the other. Namjoo smiles softly to herself, doing the same.

She could get used to this.

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