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Hosook always wanted to live alone. Since she was little she dreamed about having her own space, probably because she had to share with her sister her entire life, even the bedroom. So, when she gets her degree and lands a coherently paying job the first thing on her To Do List is an apartment. 

It takes her a while but she finds the perfect place. The ground floor of a duplex. It’s a little ways away from the city, which makes it quieter, perfect for relaxing and it’s close enough to her workplace that Hosook doesn’t have to be up insultingly early. The landlady, Mrs. Han, is a wrinkly and deceptively energetic granny; a tiny woman with a long, lustrous mop of curly hair always held by a claw clip in a half pony. She speaks quickly and shows Hosook around the house like they are running out of time. She then leaves to have a smoke in the backyard, leaving Hosook to check the apartment more attentively. It’s not new but it’s in excellent condition and it’s a fair rent.

It’s a solid deal and Hosook is moving in two weeks later. Mrs. Han had already given her a key and Hosook didn’t have enough belongings to grant a moving truck or even help from her friends. She has a blast finding a place for trinkets and furniture, loving how the white walls make her colorful rugs and throws shine brighter. She deep cleans the bathroom and kitchen, takes a long, warm, everything shower, and rubs her skin with the lavender-scented body butter Jimin had given her as a birthday present a few months ago and dressing in her warm, comfy Charmander onesie, fangs on the hood and tail strapped to her back. As a treat, Hosook orders dinner from the expensive Mexican restaurant, ready for a night of delicious, spicy food and true crime documentaries.

The app announces her food is outside, and just as Hosook opens the door the scrunch of the wooden stairs above catches her attention. She looks up and finds an ass. Time seems to stop, or her brain goes faster and she blinks at the ass, puzzled. It’s a very nice ass, shoved inside of curve-hugging pink panties under a black skirt. The person goes down another step and Hosook gets a peek of something else. That’s when she realizes what she’s doing and looks down quickly.

Hosook takes the few steps that lead her to his takeaway, trying to be sneaky and leave as soon as possible, but the other woman is turning on the stairs, now facing Hosook as she takes the last steps down.

“Oh, hello,” her voice is deep and it startles Hosook a little, who stands up quickly, squeezing the takeaway bag between her hands.

“Good evening,” Hosook vows, unnecessarily deep, feeling like she has to apologize for her mere existence.

“You are the new tenant?” she asks and it pains Hosook just how beautiful she is. Sharp, intelligent eyes, thick lips, chiseled jawline, long, thick hair that doesn’t reach her neck and curls around her ears.

Hoosok nods, “just finished moving in.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kim Namjoo,” she extends a hand for Hosook to shake, and it feels warm, and soft, and big against Hosook's slender finger. Twisting something in her belly that had been dormant for a while. I’m on top of you, so let me know if you need anything. I’ll be happy to help.”

On top of, yes please.

The last part is said with a smile and Hosook really, really hopes she’s not imagining the way the older woman’s eyes look at her up and down for a second.

“Thank you, Namjoo-ssi,” Hosook vows, just to stop herself from staring at the two peaks that let her know that Namjoo is not wearing a bra.

“Unnie is fine.”

Sweet Lord.

“Thank you, unnie." Did she sound breathless? Hosook is pretty sure she did. Fuck, she’s so embarrassing.

But Namjoo doesn’t point it out, instead she passes by Hosook on her way out, making Hosook shiver just by smelling her perfume, muttering “cute” under her breath.

I can do cute, Hosook thinks, feeling feverish and suddenly sweaty. She stands there, like an idiot, watching Namjoo shapely legs until she turns a corner and disappears. Hosook sighs, feeling equal parts elated and misplaced and walks into her apartment, closing the door behind herself. Only to open it again when she remembers the reason she had been outside in the first place, picking up her food and going back inside.

Things only keep changing after that, for the worst or the better… Depends on Hosook’s mood. 

She grows closer to Namjoo, turns out they have similar schedules and meet at least once a day in the stairs of their little duplex. Namjoo also has packages coming in frequently, and Hosook has a very investigative nature (she’s nosey), some more often than not she finds herself by her window, kneeling on the couch and curiously peeking at the odd-size packages Namjoon creeps bringing into her home.

(She tells Hosook, a few weeks later, that she’s an event planner. She also uses her house as the operational base of her business so she’s constantly getting delivered stuff for various kinds of events.)

Hosook also discovers that Namjoo is incredibly kind and very intelligent. The walls of her apartment are filled with shelves of books and there’s stacks of them in different corners of her. She has a cat named Yoongi that seems to hate everything and everyone but always climbs on Hosook’s lap, making biscuits with her shirt whenever he’s allowed to.

Namjoo always greets Hosook with a  smile. When Hosook is just leaving for work and Namjoo comes back from her morning run, shirt tight around her cleavage that does seem to breast boobily; when Hosook is just coming in from a night out with friends and Namjoo is leaving, way to early, with bags under her eyes and her planner already in her hand; or that one time Jungha stayed over and things got heated and the next morning Namjoo greeted her with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow.

So, it’s safe to say Hosook has a crush. Jimin teases her about it all the time, staying over so that they can gawk at Namjoo together. The older woman is insanely beautiful and it’s hard for Hosook not to fantasize about her, even if she feels bad when she lets her mind wander some lonely nights, a hand in her shorts, and images of Namjoo in her head.

“You need to do something, this is embarrassing,” Jimin tuts, shaking his head when Hosook comes back inside after helping Namjoo get some packages inside her apartment.

“What would I even do?” Hosook asks, throwing herself on the couch beside her friend. “Have you seen her? She’s a real adult and so smart and beautiful.”

Hosook yelps when Jimin pinches her.

“Don’t hit a woman!” she whines, pulling her arm away, “This is gender violence.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, fixing his bangs.

“I’m your best friend, it doesn’t count.”

Hosook grumbles some more, until Jimin shuffles closer to her, resting his chin on the girl’s shoulder.

“She definitely is interested. You think a woman like her needs help carrying her groceries that much?” Jimin’s voice is earnest, urging Hosook to believe him. “Seriously, noona. You are all those things too. Smart, beautiful, a functional, responsible adult.”

“I had to call Yoonji to fix my leaky faucet,” Hosook pouts.

“Yoonji-noona doesn’t count, she was born 80 years old and with a plumber degree or something,” that makes Hosook laugh. “You should ask your neighbor lady to take a look at your leaky faucet next time.”

Hosook burst out laughing, pushing Jimin away from her. He stands up, pitching his voice higher when he speaks.

“Oh, Unnie,” his voice is airy, and he flutters his eyelashes. Hosook pulls out her phone, recording the performance. “I don’t know how to turn on the light in my bedroom, unnie, could you help me?“

Hosook cackles when Jimin knees slowly, making sure to push his butt out.

“Oh, unnie,” he repeats, just as breathy and flirty as before, while shoving his hand under the coffee table “I’m stuck.”

Hosook has a hard time keeping her giggles quiet as Jimin continues, citing every and all porn tropes under the sun.

“What are you doing, step-unnie?!” Jimin gasps, scandalized as he pretends to bat invisible wandering hands away.

He finally laughs too, lying down on the floor and shaking his head. Hosook stops the video, scrolling through his contacts, Jimin’s situationship will definitely appreciate the visual of his butt in his sweats.

“What are you doing with that?” Jimin asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Hosook’s silence.

“Nothing,” she climbs over the back of the couch, typing a quick message as she goes.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Jimin lifts his head. “Don’t send that to Yoonji-noona.”

Hosook cackles, running as fast as she can to the other side of the apartment, Jimin hot on her heels.

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A couple of days later Hosook comes home just as Namjoo is getting groceries out of her car.

“Unnie!” Hosook greets, smiling, “can I help?”

“Hosook-ie!” God, she loves when Namjoo says her name like that. “Yes, of course. Thank you so much.”

They get the bags and go up the stairs, Hosook more than a little distracted by how perfectly round Namjoo’s ass is. Maybe she should take up running too.

“You can leave it on the island.” Namjoo says and Hosook nods, doing as she is told.

“Don’t go yet,” Namjoo speaks again when Hosook takes a step back, “let me get you something to drink, let's chat a little. Sometimes I feel like you’re running away from me.”

She chuckles, turning her back to Hosook to rummage through her fridge and Jimin’s words resonate in Hosook’s brain again.

You think a woman like her needs help carrying her groceries that much?

Hosook can do this. What is there to lose? A friendly neighbor? What if she’s not gay?  Hosook almost snorts, of course she’s gay, her Mamamoo bias is Moonbyul for fuck’s sake. Hosook cleans her sweaty palm in the skirt of her dress. She can do this.

But when Namjoo turns around with a jug in her hand Hosook deflates. Namjoo is so…, and Hosool is so… There’s no way she’s actually interested.

“Do you drink iced tea?” Namjoon asks, “I have beer too, but it’s a little early for that.”

She chuckles and Hosook gives a too loud, nervous giggle.

“Tea is fine.”

“Sit,” Namjoo motions to her living room, “I’ll be right there”

Hosook does as she’s instructed, looking around to distract herself. The apartment layout is very similar to hers, even if Namjoo’s decor choice is vastly different. Where Hosook has colors all over the place in furniture and decoration, toys and posters on her walls; Namjoo’s apartment is much more subdued, earth tones anc creams with  abstract art on her walls. It makes Hosook feel young again, but then she spies a nintendo switch on her dining table and there’s a Pompompurín plushie sitting on the armchair, which makes her smile, endeared.

“Here you go.”

Hosook startles when Namjoo sits next to her, her knee grazing Hosook’s naked thigh.

“Thank you.” Hosook turns her profile to drink and when she puts the glass down Namjoo is looking at her intently. Worried, Hosook rubs her cheek. She tried a new cream blush this morning and it looked pinker than usual. Does she look like a clown? “Do I have something on my face?”

Namjoo laughs. “A beautiful profile, that’s all.”

Hosook makes a weird noise with her throat and looks down at her socked feet, fixing her hair behind her ear with a tiny smile. For fuck’s sake, did she just did that.

“Thanks, unnie,” she belatedly says. “You’re very beautiful too.”

Namjoo leans closer to Hosook, leaning her left arm on the back of the couch.

“You think so?” she asks casually, and Hosook finds mirth in her eyes.

“Of course,” she nods eagerly. Hosook cracks her knuckles, a nervous habit, and Namjoo’s eyes follow the sound.

“You have very pretty hands, Hosook.” she says, taking one of Hosook’s hands and pressing it against hers, palm to palm. Hosook feels her skin tingle at the contact. “I like your dainty wrists.”

Namjoo proceeds to circle Hosook’s wrist with two fingers, squeezing a little. Hosook feels hot all over.

“Unnie…”

Her voice comes out in a whisper, her body tense and weak at the same time. Namjoo hums, pulling  Hosook’s hand towards her face, stopping just a breath away.

“Please tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” Namjoo’s words warm Hosook’s delicate skin and she is a little confused about what the older woman means. Then Namjoo’s plush lips are pressing over her pulsepoint in a delicate kiss, and when she pulls back Hosook can see the shape of her lips in lightly tinted gloss.

“Unnie…” he exhales a shuddering breath and Namjoo chuckles, interlocking their fingers before lowering their joined hands to her laps.

“So?” Namjoo asks.

Hosook blinks confused.

“What?”

“You know, there’s just so many times I can go grocery shopping just for an excuse to have a little alone time with you.”

Hosook is momentarily taken out of her haze by the echo of Jimin’s words. Her brain kicks back into gear.

“You’re so good at reading!”

Ok, maybe she’s not completely there yet, but it makes Namjoo laugh, throwing her head back and her eyes scrunched shut, so Hosook takes that as a win.

“I mean…” Hosook licks her lips, her words and thoughts a big blub of incoherencies in her head. “You’re so, so beautiful and I like looking at you; but you’re smart too, and so kind, and you smell so good .”

Hosook bites her lip, what the fuck is she saying. Namjoo laughs again with rosy cheeks. She made Namjoo blush , Hosook realizes, her heart skipping a bit.

“Unnie…” Hosook stops, unsure of what she even wants to say. She has the urge to thank Namjoo but that would be a little weird, so she lets the silence extend between them, just looking at how Namjoo caresses her hand with a thumb.

Namjoo is the first one to move, lifting Hosook’s head so they can look at each other. Hosook sucks in a breath at the intensity in Namjoo’s eyes. She looks determined, searching Hosook’s eyes as she leans in closer. She stops again when they are so close Hosook could count Namjoo’s eyelashes.

“Unnie,” she whines, “stop teasing.”

“I have a question first.”

Hosook nods, and it makes her nose bump with Namjoo’s.

“Who was your… friend?”

The pause immediately makes Hosook think about the smirk Namjoo gave her the night she had Jungha over.

“This is not a good idea if you’re involved with someone else.”

“I’m not,” Hosook assures her quickly. “She’s a friend, it can stop anytime. It’s whatever.” 

Fuck, Jungha would kill her iif she heard her talking like that about their hookups. But Hosook is also sure she would understand with a single look at Namjoo in gym wear.

“Are you sure about that, angel? I really don’t like drama…”.

“I’m bitchless, I promise.”

Hosook needs to stop talking. At least she makes Namjoo laugh again, her mint breath fanning Hosook’s face and fuck.

“Kiss me, please…”

Namjoo chuckles again before closing the distance.

The first touch of lips is soft, barely there and Hosook welcomes it with parted lips and closed eyes. Namjoo pulls back, angling Hosook’s head with the hand on his chin before she kisses her again, more firmly. Hosook sighs, enjoying the sticky feeling of Namjoo’s gloss on her own lips when she pulls back.

“You have to kiss me back,” Namjoo reminds her and Hosook gasps, so lost in the sensation that she hadn’t moved an inch. 

“I know,” Hosook licks her lips, tasting strawberries, and sits up straighter. “I can do better.”

Don’t worr—”

Hosook crosses the distance before Namjoo finishes speaking. She’s eager, pressing their lips together, sucking Namjoo’s plump bottom lip into her mouth. Namjoo hums, matching her rhythm, kissing back just as hungrily.

The older woman’s tongue finds her way into Hosook’s mouth, searching for her own tongue and Hosook shudders when they meet. Namjoo takes control of the kiss, holding Hosook’s in place by the back of the head.

“You can touch me too,” Namjoo smiles when they part for a second. Hosook takes that as an invitation and her hands go straight to Namjoo’s waist. She’s wearing jeans with a tank top on the shorter side so Hosook’s palm encounters warm skin.

They kiss again and Namjoo takes the lead, subduing Hosook until her frantic pace becomes a gentle, sensual dance that makes her belly stir, the heat between her legs demanding attention. She’s so lost in Namjoo’s pillowy lips, the taste of her tongue, her soft perfume clouding her senses, that she doesn’t notice Namjoo is moving until she climbs on her lap. Hosook gasps, pulling away to look, and what a sight it is. Her thick thighs on either side of Hosook’s hips, arms on the back of the couch, caging the younger. Like this Namjoo feels larger than life and her breasts are right there in Hosook’s face.

“Unnie…” she breathes, too focused on the visible shape of Namjoo’s nipples through her shirt.

Namjoo tilts her head up by the chin and seals their mouths in another kiss, Hosook is anxious, frozen in place, doing little more than kissing her back.

“Touch me,” Namjoo licks the words into Hosook's mouth and she moans. Fuck, Namjoo is so fucking sexy. 

Hosook's hands start a slow ascend up Namjoo’s side. She squirms, giggling breathlessly.

“Tickles,” she whispers, the heat of her core over on her lap driving Hosook a little mad.

“Sorry,” but she’s not, not really, especially when her index and thumb reach the band of her bra.

Hosook swallows, looking up at Namjoo for permission. She goes to pull her shirt off but Hosook shakes her head no. Namjoo hums, pressing an okay against Hosook’s mouth before straightening her back, her breast inches from Hosook’s face.

They don’t exchange words, but it’s clear Namjoo is giving her free rein to explore as she pleases. Hosook traces the like of her bra, watching the movement of his hands under the shirt and cups Namjoo’s breasts, one in each hand, in the curve between thumb and index finger; she spreads the rest of her fingers, trying to touch as much skin as possible, pushing against the underside of Namjoo’s boobs. She lifts them, just slightly, to feel their weight and lets them drop, which they do with the tiniest of bounces.

Hosook lets her hands inch up, just as slowly, looking up at Namjoo, who is breathing through parted lips, eyes closed.  Her flushed cheeks and chest make up a beautiful, debauched picture and Hosook wastes no time to cup Namjoo’s breasts. They feel warm and heavy in her palms, significantly fuller than Hosook. She plays around with her hold, trying to envelop an entire breast with one hand but it spills out, she feels the peaks of Namjoo’s nipples under her palms and moves to cup her breasts again, running his thumbs over the perky nubs. Namjoo shudders and it makes Hosook braver.

She plays with the older woman’s breasts, squeezing, shaking, bouncing them in her hands, paying special attention to her nipples, taking advantage of how sensitive Namjoo is. She scratches them with her nails, flicks them and pinches them, she guides her attention by Namjoo’’s little sounds that go straight to her sex, making her ache and heat up.

She sneaks her hands through the sleeves of Namjoo’s shirt and slides the straps of her bra down. It’s a bit of a struggle, considering it’s a tight sports bra, but Namjoo huffs out a laugh, helping her extricate her arms, it makes the rest of the bra slide off, making everything more visible under the almost see-through white shirt. Hosook must make a sound because Namjoo chuckles, cupping her breast with her hands and pinching her own nipples. It’s a little too much for Hosook’s frail mental state and she dives forward, burying herself in the older woman's cleavage.

She goes a little feral again, kissing and licking, sucking Namjoo’s nipples, shirt and all. She bites the side of her breast and it’s scared of being too rough but Namjoo gasps, pulling her head closer. Eager for more, Hosook finally pulls the shirt off, Namjoo quickly taking it off and throwing it away. It takes her a moment, and she’s pretty sure she’s gaping like an idiot at the pair of full, heavy breasts in front of her face. They look even bigger like this, without fabric to contain or cover and the pretty brown nipples are shiny with Hosook’s spit.

“Unnie…” she breathes at the first skin on skin contact.

It feels like the only word Hosook knows now, the only one she wants to say, and judging by the way Namjoo hums, hips grinding against Hosook’s legs, she’s more than okay with that. Hosook covers each breast with a hand and squeezes, marveling at the fullness, how they spill out of her hands and between her fingers. She licks Namjoo’s left nipple and she whines, belly tightening with arousal.  She mouths at her breast, sucking a few little marks while she plays with the other in her hand, pinching and twisting her nipple, flicking and pulling until Namjoo keens.

She pulls Hosook away by the hair, making her whine.

“Bed, bed…”

She’s standing up, pulling Hosook’s hand and dragging her into her bedroom. Namjoo pushes her to sit at the edge of the bed and when she looks down at her legs, Hosook notices the wet patch on her thigh where Namjoo had been rubbing herself. It fills her with pride and euphoria, knowing that she made the other woman so wet it went through her clothes.

Namjoo kisses her again, kneeling on the floor between Hosook’s legs and she palms her breast. Hosook gasps, feeling self conscious when Namjoo pulls the strap of her dress and bra down to her ribcage, revealing her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” Namjoo sighs and when she licks the dip between her breast and mouth at her sensitive skin until she softly bites one nipple, Hosook no longer cares about the shape of her breasts or the fact that one is slightly smaller. She only cares about the dream-like vision of Namjoo topless between her legs, the feeling of her wet tongue on her skin and her hand pushing the skirt of her dress until her hands reach the apex of her thighs. Hosook's breathing stutters when he feels soft pressure over his sex, like a single finger sliding up and down.

“You’re so wet, fuck,” Namjoo’s voice sounds as wrecked as Hosook feels already. “Lay back, angel.”

Hosook lets herself fall back, boneless, and glances down long enough for Namjoo to smirk at her before disappearing under her skirt. Hosook takes a deep breath, looking at the ceiling, and she fists the comforter when Namjoo leaves an open mouthed kiss on the inside of the right night; she battles between closing her legs and pushing Namjoo’s head into her wet underwear, as a result her body shakes, tiny uncontrollable tremors that burst whenever Namjoo presses her mouth to Hosook’s skin.

She makes her way up slowly, giving equal attention to both legs equally. She kisses and sucks, blowing over Hosook’s overheated and damp skin, nipping lightly where her thighs are meatier. Hosook can barely control her body, the jerking of her hips, by the time Namjoo traces the edge of her underwear with her tongue. She’s deliberate about it, teasing and a little mean in the way she exhales, warm and just out of reach of Hosook’s pulsing sex.

“Unnie, please…” Hosook begs, eyes shut tight, one hand holding on to the bed, like she’s afraid of floating away, and the other massaging her left breast, occasionally tracing around her nipple with a shaky finger.

“Oh…” Hosook's belly tightens and he curves into herself when Namjoo finally fits her mouth over her pulsing crotch, wet, wet tongue licking her through her underwear. 

“You even smell delicious,” Namjoo’s voice reaches Hosook’s ears and she whimpers, trying to close her legs, only for them to spread apart again by Namjoo’s callous, strong grip. She pinches Hoseok’s lips between two fingers, rubbing up and down, sending electric shocks through Hosook’s body every time she rubs close to her clit. 

“Stop teasing,” Hosook whimpers.

Namjoo listens, helping her pull her panties off before he disappears under her skirt again.

“Ah!” Hosook moans, tensing when Namjoo licks over her slit. She’s not as slow now, sucking Hosook’s lips, pressing her tongue between until she can flick her clit. She spreads Hosook’s lips open and curses. Hosook gets on her elbow and pulls her skirt around her waist, holding it in a fist. They meet eyes for a second and Namjoo smiles, face wet with Hosook juices before she leans forward, without breaking eye contact and licks a long wide line from Hosook’s ass to her mound. 

Hngh!” Hosook pants choking on her own spit when Namjoo prods at her hole with her tongue. “Fuck me with your fingers, unnie.”

“You like that, angel?” Namjoo after she pulls back, slurping Hosook’s lust straight from the source.

“Love it,” she pants, lifting one leg to her chest the other resting spread on the bed to give Namjoo all the access she could need. “It’s my favorite, please.”

Namjoo is not as quick to comply as Hosook would’ve wanted. If her Unnie enjoys something, it is teasing. She spreads Hosook’s wetness all over her body, teases a finger inside only to use her juices to circle the ring of muscle of Hosook’s ass, or to dampen her nipples before she sucks them into her mouth.

When she finally slides two fingers inside Hosook is so pent up that she goes boneless, falling back into the mattress. 

“You’re so tight,” Namjoo whispers and that makes Hosook’s involuntarily contract. Fuck, the mouth in that woman is going to drive her insane. She moves her fingers slowly, in and completely out, teasing the pads around Hosook’s hole before thrust back inside. Hosook is no longer in control of her body, she pants and moans, hips jerking and chasing the light burn of being fucked. When Namjoo slides a third finger she no longer teases, instead she searches around, not pulling out until she finds a spot that makes Hosook cry out.

“There you are,” she smiles and sets a pulsing rhythm, a come-hither motion that sends shocks of pleasure through Hosook’s entire body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she feels her orgasm  building, a tingling tension in her sex as Namjoo’s keeps attacking her, it climbs quick. A build up of energy ready to burst.

“Yes,” Namjoo moans, “you’re close, angel, I can feel it.”

With the older woman’s words Hosook feels herself cresting the wave, combing into herself, toes curling. Her vagina makes wet, wet sounds, she looks down at the movement of Namjoo’s hand, her juices dripping down the other woman’s wrist. She’s almost there, she can feel it, but… She moves a hand down, rubbing her clit desperately.

“Do you need help, beautiful, can I put my mouth on you?”

Her words alone almost make Hosook come and she’s chanting.

“Yes, God, please, yes…” pulling her hand away. Namjoo sucks her nub into her mouth, keeping it there and flicking her tongue quickly over the sensitive type. Hosook chokes,  he moans climbing one over the other in a litany of pleasure and then she’s coming, exploding in Namjoo’s mouth. She pulses and squeezes Namjoo’s fingers, hips moving out of her control as she spasms. 

“Fuck, look at that” Namjoo breathes and Hosook follows her eyes to were Namjoo’s fingers move relentlessly inside of her. Her orgasm is a wet one, her pleasure running out of her vagina, splashing wetly Namjoo’s chest, droplets sliding down her arm.

Hosook squirms when she starts to come down from her high and Namjoo slows her pace, helping her extend her pleasure as much as possible. Hosook is thankful when she moves completely off her clit, kissing the skin around it instead. Licking up towards her belly soothingly.

“Oh my God,” Hosook is still shaking, and she looks at Namjoo in awe. “That has to be the single best orgasm of my life.”

Namjoo smiles smugly.

“You should tell your booty-call friend that.”

Hosook laughs.

“I didn’t think you were one for jealousy, Unnie.”

Namjoo shrieks.

“Just because you’re very pretty.”

Hosook sits up as best as she can when Namjoo stands up and discards her dress while Namjoo pulls off her pants and sports bra, all tangled around her waist. Hosook scoots back on the bed, as Namjoo climbs in.

“Wait!” she says when the older woman makes to lie next to her. “I… uhm… I have a request.”

“Ok?” Namjoo smiles, looking a little confused. Kneeling naked on her bed.

“Could you…” Hosook bites her lip, suddenly overcome with shyness.

“Could I…?”

“Give me a second, this is hard…”

“I actually believe it is pretty wet.” Namjoo laughs at her own joke and Hosook feels very endeared.

“Can you sit on my face, Unnie?”

Namjoo’s laughter dies in the spot and Hosool is delighted when she sees her blush crimson in seconds.

“I mean…”

 “Please, Unnie.” Hosook moves quickly until she’s lying on her back, grabbing all her head and placing it at her crown and out of the way. “Have a seat.”

She means it as a joke, but Namjoo blush moves down to her chest and she looks down shyly.

“Unnie!” Hosook cries.

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Now it’s Hosook’s time to joke. “Hopefully, yes.”

Namjoo shakes her head, but she’s smiling, crawling towards Hosook’s, her sharp eyes running down Hosook’s body. She straddles the younger woman’s chest, and Hosook’s feels a new wave of arousal at the wetness.

“You sure?”

Hosook nods, and Namjoo takes a deep breath before she grabs the headboard, rising on her knees and spreading her legs.

“What a fucking view,” Hosook whispers. Like this she has Namjoo’s wet, pink sex right above her mouth, she looks a little higher she finds her breasts, round and heavy, her dark nipples perfectly cut against the cream colored ceiling.

Hosook is hypnotized by Namjoo’s body, the strength under her muscles, how she’s thick all over. Her thighs, her breasts, even her clit and her pussy lips are thick. Hosook is so hungry for her.

She moans when Namjoo finally sets herself over Hosook’s mouth, her eyes roll back at the taste of her wetness, her skin. Hosook slurps greedily, sucking Namjoo’s clit, fucking her tongue inside. She has a lot less patience and finesse than the older woman, she doesn’t tease. She eats hungrily, like she’s been starved, and in a way she has. Hosook has never wanted anyone as badly as she wants the goddess sitting on her face. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the taste and feel of Namjoo’s sex, in her moans and pants above her, the way she trembles and whines whenever Hosook sucks just right, tongue flicking her bundle of nerves.

Hosook’s hands can’t get enough of Namjoo. He grabs her forcefully, massaging her legs, her ass, her incredible breasts until Namjoo is shaking above her, crying out her orgasms with Hosook’s lips tight around her clit. But Hosook doesn’t stop, keeps eating her out, following her when she lets her body fall to one side. She keeps her legs open as Hosook fucks her her fingers until she’s spasming around them into her second orgasm.

If you ask Hosook about her favorite part of her sex life as a lesbian is that neither she nor her partners have to take breaks or stop. So they don't. They use their hands and mouths, rub their wet pussies together until their orgasm. They drain the batteries of Namjoo’s considerable collection of toys. Several times. They spend the entire weekend holed up in Namjoo’s bedroom, eating the surprising amount of premade food in her fridge.

Hosook is shocked to discover how much of a dork Namjoo is under her muscle mommy, girl boss exterior. She’s sweet, educated, charming and surprisingly clumsy. She laughs a Hosook’s jokes, tells her the name of all her plants and kisses her just because she feels like it. By the time Hosook goes back home, with a date scheduled on her Calendar and a  new contact with way too many heart emojis on her phone, Hosook’s pretty sure she’s already half in love.