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At the bar, she had been sitting on her roommate (and sometimes friend)’s lap, Jeno, while laughing along with the rest of the group. He was unaware of the blonde-haired girl on his knee locking eyes with [Y/N], taking her sweet time to scan her up and down before meeting her gaze again. She subtly chewed on her pink lip with a knowing smirk. 

It was then [Y/N] had noticed how small the blonde was, cuddled up against Jeno. She looked tiny with a drink in her hand, thin fingers swirling the skinny black straw around as the ice clinked. 

And she knew she was being watched by [Y/N]. 

Taking advantage of her keen observer, the blonde had showered soft kisses onto Jeno’s neck. 

Jealousy buzzed under [Y/N]’s skin. 

Her [e/c] eyes never left her.

She never looked away, either. 

—

[8:44 am]

The second time [Y/N] sees her is several mornings later. 

In her own tiny kitchen. 

[Y/N] is still fighting off the remainder of her sleep as she makes her usual coffee and toast for breakfast. The low hum of the coffee machine almost lures her back to dreamland. God, she hasn’t been sleeping well lately. 

Her roommate had brought a girl back home last night, and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, combined with feminine moans, had kept her up. Moans that had morphed from feather light to throaty before high-pitched screams. Whoever that girl is, she must’ve been a special one. 

Good for Jeno, [Y/N] supposes. 

It must’ve been payback for the time she brought home a girl from the club, and they went at it for a few days straight. Her roommate didn’t complain, but she could tell he was annoyed for not getting a good night’s rest. 

Karma loves biting her in the ass, sometimes. 

Drowsily, [Y/N] yawns out loud for the nth time. She stands at the counter in front of the coffee machine and toaster, both hands gripping the edge as she leans half her weight against it. Her hair is damp from her morning shower, and she wears a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. 

She suddenly hears the water running from the bathroom down the hallway. Jeno must be getting his day started after having a fun night. Hopefully, he had sent the girl home after fucking her brains out. 

“Oh, I remember you," a soft voice says behind her. Drastically different from her roommate’s deep, masculine voice. 

Or so she thought. 

[Y/N] turns around and confronts this girl who apparently spent the night. 

No way.

It’s the girl from the bar. 

Her long hair is messy, and dirty blonde waves cascade over her thin shoulders. Her lips are redder than [Y/N] remembers, swollen and bruised. 

Dressed in an oversized t-shirt that’s most likely from Jeno’s closet, the bottom hem reaching her thighs. Since the shirt is big on her tiny frame, her bare shoulder is exposed, pale skin glistening from the morning light. The material is light and almost see-through. No bra, no underwear. 

She looks like she had been fucked in every way possible. 

[Y/N] swallows hard as she remembers the panting and keening through the apartment's thin walls from hours ago. No doubt it must have been her. 

Jesus.

Her doe eyes travel the same path that they had at the bar: down and then up, taking in [Y/N]’s tall figure and low-slung sweatpants. She steals a glimpse of the counters of [Y/N]’s bare arms that were previously hidden by her jacket the other night. Blondie’s gaze purposely lingers below [Y/N]’s waistband, and her dick, ever so obedient, begins to swell in an effort to impress.

Stupid organ. 

The blonde slowly raises an eyebrow and smiles at the taller woman as her gaze reluctantly returns to her face. “You’re [Y/N],” she states like it’s a fact rather than a question.

“Yeah.” 

“I’m Minjeong." 

“Right,” [Y/N] says stupidly, then tries to regain some ground in this exchange by leaning back against the counter casually, looking down at the blonde. She places her palms on either side of her hips. 

“Do you mind if I…?” Minjeong gestures to the refrigerator. 

“Um, go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” Minjeong takes a water bottle from the fridge and cracks the lid open. She takes several gulps, all while maintaining eye contact with [Y/N]. Her throat bobs with each gulp, some drops of water spilling from her lips and trailing down her chin. 

[Y/N] shuffles in her spot, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. As she stretches, her hard-on becomes more apparent, the gray cotton fabric pulling tight across it. 

Of course, Minjeong doesn’t miss the move. “How long have you and Jeno been roommates?” she decides to ask for some small talk.

“About a year.” 

“School friends or coworkers…?”

“Just roommates,” [Y/N] replies. “I needed a place to live, and I saw a flyer looking for a roommate to split the rent. That’s it.” She covers another yawn with her hand. 

“You look sleep-deprived,” Minjeong remarks.  

[Y/N] mindlessly scratches the side of her neck. “Just tired from work, I guess…” 

“I hope we didn’t keep you up last night.” The sly blonde coyly bites her lips to stifle a giggle. 

“Um… I wasn’t bothered…” [Y/N] half-lies. 

Truthfully, she didn’t mind if Jeno brought girls back to their place. What really bothers her is how paper thin the damn walls are. It also doesn’t help that their bedrooms are directly next to each other. If Jeno is going to keep bringing girls around, she might invest in noise-cancelling headphones. 

But now that Minjeong is in the picture…

Listening to her moans and whimpers doesn’t sound too bad. 

Maybe she’ll close her eyes and picture herself being the reason of those breathy noises. 

“You should… uh… take care of that,” Minjeong comments, her eyes trained on the prominent ridge that lines [Y/N]’s sweatpants. “Looks uncomfortable, [N/N].”

Minjeong pivots on her heel and saunters down the hallway towards the bathroom. She opens the door without knocking and starts to lift the baggy shirt, revealing the smooth curve of her back. She pulls it higher before removing it altogether, her rumpled blonde hair bouncing back down across her shoulders. She looks over her shoulder at the awestruck woman, smirking when she notices her [e/c] eyes glued to her nude backside. 

[Y/N] is so trapped in the blonde’s act that she doesn’t register the new nickname.

“Mind if I join you, babe?" Minjeong calls to Jeno, who’s still in the shower. She winks directly at [Y/N] and kicks the door closed behind her.

From outside the bathroom, [Y/N] hears more giggling that soon turns into quiet talking and moaning. 

Fucking again already? 

[Y/N] tries not to overthink it—the way Minjeong had looked, more specifically at her. Her cock is halfway hard, and her nerves are buzzing with a newfound lust. Shaking her mind off it, she turns to finish fixing her breakfast, pouring a cup of coffee and taking the burnt toast from the toaster. 

But the moaning from the shower grows louder again. 

[Y/N] sighs and tosses the cold toast in the trash bin before returning to her bedroom. After locking the door, she sets the coffee mug on the nightstand and throws herself on the bed. 

The noises from the bathroom—from Minjeong—are growing more rhythmic. The image comes into [Y/N]’s mind unwelcome. 

Minjeong pressed tits first up against the shower wall, the curtain of dirty blonde hair slicked over one shoulder. Her own much taller and firmer body curved behind the smaller girl’s as she thrusts into her, lifting her up on her toes. 

The vivid picture stirs her cock to full size. 

“Fuck it," [Y/N] mutters and slides her sweatpants down her legs, kicking them onto the floor. She grips the shaft of her cock and holds it straight out from her body. She’s completely hard now, throbbing intensely and twitching from each noise Minjeong makes. She licks her lips and exhales, nostrils flaring.

Am I really going to jerk off to the sound of my roommate fucking this girl?

Minjeong’s voice echoes from the bathroom, low and husky, “Fuck. Yes. Harder.”

[Y/N] heaves her chest and cups her balls in her free hand. She slides her fist from base to tip slowly, and her hips buck into the movement.

Yes, apparently, I am.

Minjeong sputters swear words in between her moans. 

[Y/N] wastes no time in working her cock at a faster tempo, clinging onto the visual of Minjeong’s soft body pressed tight against hers, her pink lips groaning [Y/N]’s name. [Y/N] hears the blonde’s moan break into a cry. She quickens her hand, this time imagining that cherry mouth wrapping around her length. Minjeong’s nipples grazing a hot path against her thighs as she bobs up and down.

"Fuck. That’s it. Don’t stop," Minjeong whines. 

[Y/N] arches her back off the bed and grits her teeth. Squeezing her dick tighter in her fist, she pictures the blonde sliding down on her length and taking her deep inside until her flat tummy bulges. Rocking her hips over [Y/N]’s as she rides her, her wavy blonde hair bouncing and swaying.

[Y/N] is panting heavily now, desperately chasing her peak. The blonde’s provocative, high-pitched whines in tandem with her own quiet grunting. Then, she hears Minjeong moan long and low, seemingly from deep in her chest. [Y/N] knows she’s about to cum. 

The thought of Minjeong shuddering around her, eyes dropped shut and mouth slack, brings [Y/N] over the tipping point. 

[Y/N] comes strong, her stomach tightening and curling her up off the mattress. She strokes herself through her orgasm, catching most of the thick white spurts in her cupped palm.

Entirely spent, [Y/N] falls back on the bed, laughing softly at her own audacity.

God, she’s a sick fool. 

[Y/N] leans over the mattress and scans the ground for something to wipe her hands on. She finds a shirt she had discarded the night before and swipes it from the floor. She uses it as a makeshift rag to clean her fingers, abdomen, and any patch of skin stained from her seed.  

There is a sharp knock on the locked door.

“You alright, [Y/N]?” Jeno asks from the other side. 

[Y/N] stops mid-motion, knitting her brows together. “Yeah. Why?”

"Minjeong wants to know if you feel better. She said you weren’t yourself this morning."

[Y/N] rolls her eyes.

My God. She knows…

Fucking tease.

[Y/N] clears her throat and tries to sound nonchalant, "I’m fine. I’m just going to rest for a bit.” 

And stay in here until that brat leaves.

“Sounds good,” Jeno says. “And [Y/N]?”

“What’s up?”

“That girl… she’s like no other, I swear. It’s like Aphrodite created her.”

[Y/N] knows exactly what Jeno means.

The way Minjeong had approached her earlier with nothing but confidence radiating through her body.

Minjeong is gorgeous, and she knows it, too.

[Y/N] nods, even though Jeno can’t see her. "Right… Well, don’t fuck it up."

"Ha! Thanks."

[Y/N] hears Jeno walk away, followed by talking and giggling. Still nude, she lays flat on her back while staring at the ceiling and waits. Her ears pick up the sound of the door to the apartment opening. Eventually, [Y/N] sits up and puts her bare feet on the floor. Elbows on her knees, she runs her fingers through her [h/c] hair, letting out a deep sigh. 

Light footsteps approach her door, and [Y/N] can see the shadow moving around from under the door. 

"Bye, [N/N],” Minjeong calls, her soft voice carrying the allusion of a smile. She giggles seductively, and the sound of the slamming front door cuts her off.

This time, [Y/N] doesn’t stop herself from smiling.

—

[7:26 pm]

[Y/N] returns to the apartment late that evening. She’s had a full day of diversion, trying to forget this morning. Trying to forget the sound of Minjeong’s farewell. Smug and knowing.

Little brat. 

She unlocks the door and is greeted with the sight of Minjeong’s backside. The short girl is reaching into a high cabinet and failing miserably. She is wearing nothing, really; another oversized shirt that she recognizes as Jeno’s. She is on her tiptoes, her thin legs shapelier than usual as she stretches them. One arm is extended to try and retrieve something from the cupboard, and the shirt ends just below her ass.

“Are you going to just stand there and stare, [Y/N]? Or are you going to be chivalrous and help me?” Minjeong retorts. 

[Y/N] drops her keys on the table and takes a few long strides to approach the blonde. She stands directly behind her, and her voice lowers a note, “What do you want?”

"Just the tea, please. Thank you.” Minjeong turns and looks up at [Y/N], smirking.

[Y/N] easily reaches up and hands her the pack, then turns to walk back to her bedroom.

“Would you join me for a cup of tea, [N/N]?” Minjeong asks, “I’m sorry. It’s just that Jeno has been out for a while, and I’ve been here all alone with no one to keep me company.” 

Freezing in her steps, [Y/N] wants to ask Minjeong about the new nickname she’s decided to give her but stops herself. Afraid she’ll never use it again.

[Y/N] drops her chin to her chest and sighs, “I’d better not.”

“Why? Is it because of what happened this morning? We’re both adults. It doesn’t have to be awkward."

Not awkward, right…

Sighing in defeat, [Y/N] slumps into the nearest chair by the dining table, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She traces invisible patterns on the tabletop and tries to distract herself from ogling the blonde’s half-naked state. 

Minjeong takes the adjacent seat and pulls one knee to her chest, wrapping her arms around it. “You have a fair bit of experience with women, don’t you, [Y/N]?"

[Y/N] continues to brood, her [e/c] eyes fixed on the table. “I suppose,” she mutters her response. 

Minjeong chews on her lip and narrows her eyes. “Can I ask for your opinion? About something… personal?”

[Y/N] raises her gaze to meet hers.

The blonde doesn’t wait for her answer before pressing on, “Next week is Jeno’s birthday. We’re not dating or anything, but we have been seeing each other a lot. I wanted to do something special for him. Really blow his mind."

[Y/N] shifts in her chair. “Well, if you wanted to throw him a party…”

Minjeong giggles, “Not exactly. More of a private celebration.” 

[Y/N] meets her coy gaze. Minjeong flushes prettily. Her mouth suddenly feels dry.

The kettle begins to whistle, and Minjeong stands up. [Y/N] is very aware of the sway of her ass as she walks to the counter and pours the hot water into the stoneware mug.

Minjeong then sets the tea on the table in front of [Y/N]. “Milk, sugar?” 

“No, thank you,” [Y/N] replies. She doesn’t plan to drink tea; her mouth is already tannic as her [e/c] eyes follow the blonde to the fridge, and she bends—almost low enough—to pick up the milk.

Minjeong fixes her tea and leans against the counter, her small hands wrapped around her mug. She carefully sips the hot liquid and licks her lips before setting the mug aside.

“So, I bought an outfit,” she begins. “I’m a little nervous that Jeno is going to think it’s silly. A plaid skirt, little white crop top, thigh-high stockings."

Oh, God. 

“Do you think he will like it?” 

Lucky bastard. 

[Y/N] slowly nods, pursing her lips. “I’m sure he will.” 

Who wouldn’t? 

[Y/N]’s cock presses against the seam of her jeans at the imagery.

“Not too silly?” Minjeong questions with a slight pout. 

[Y/N] shakes her head. “No, not at all.” 

“And what about you, [N/N]? Has anyone ever dressed up like that for you?" Minjeong casually walks over to the table and perches on the edge. She is close enough for [Y/N] to breathe in her scent. Something floral and fruity, but there’s an underlay of something else…

Like a bittersweet fragrance.

Her arousal? 

[Y/N] clenches her hand into a fist and tries to control her breathing so Minjeong’s scent doesn’t cloud her senses. 

Fucking hell.

“Um, sure. My ex-girlfriend,” [Y/N] answers, recentering her focus on the conversation. 

“And you liked it?”

[Y/N] stares at the fixed point where the table presses into the flesh of her upper thigh. “Yeah, sure, Minjeong…”

Minjeong laughs and playfully slaps her arm. “Oh, c’mon, [Y/N]! After this morning, you would think you would be able to tell me. For God’s sake, lighten up.”

[Y/N] puffs out a short, rough breath through her nose. “I don’t know. I guess we did the usual things.” 

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” Minjeong grins and sways back and forth in her spot in excitement. “Did she wear her hair in a ponytail for you? And bent over to flash her panties in your face? Did she sit on your lap and promise that she would be a good girl?”

Fuck. 

“B-Basically.” 

“That’s what I would do,” Minjeong muses before adding, “For Jeno.” She looks her up and down for a moment with her piercing eyes. 

There’s a hint of mischief. 

“What about when she was bad? Did you punish her?” 

[Y/N]’s jaw muscle tightens. Her erection is borderline painful now, thanks to the lewd images Minjeong is feeding her. She needs to try and readjust herself to relieve the pressure, but she doesn’t want to give the blonde the satisfaction.

Minjeong stares at [Y/N] expectantly. 

“Yes,” she croaks, her [e/c] eyes not daring to look up at her.

“How?” [Y/N] exhales, stubbornly ignoring her.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?" Minjeong teases, pink lips curling into a smile. Then, her voice becomes barely a whisper, "Let me guess. Did you take her over your knee and spank her? Did you touch her until she almost came and then stop? Or did you force her to cum?”

“Minjeong. I think we should stop.” [Y/N] gathers the last shred of self-control she has and looks at the blonde, stern and sharp.

“You’re probably right," Minjeong says, tilting her head innocently. She stares back into her [e/c] eyes and widens her smile. "Could you get my tea for me, [N/N]?”

[Y/N] chuckles quietly. 

“What?” Minjeong grins. She drops her gaze down to [Y/N]’s lap and laughs with her, "Oh. Didn’t you take care of that this morning?"

“Yes, but…”

“But what, [Y/N]? That isn’t because of me, is it?” 

This push-and-pull game is getting on her nerves. 

Her patience is running thin. 

This brat is really pushing her buttons today. 

“You know it is,” [Y/N] says.  

“Really?” Minjeong scrunches up her nose. “Wow, I’m flattered. So, what did you think about, you know, this morning?” 

“Listen, Minjeong…” 

“Hey. It’s fine. As soon as I get back to Jeno’s room, you’re going to get off thinking about me anyway. We both know it. Why not talk about it? It’s not like we’re fucking.” 

Minjeong says the last word so sarcastically that [Y/N]’s lust-addled brain sees her reasoning. 

“Well, [Y/N]? Are you going to share your dirty thoughts with me?”

[Y/N] anxiously picks on a loose thread on her jeans as she reveals her secrets, “Um… fucking you from behind in the shower.” 

“Oh, [N/N], that’s very bad. Imagining yourself in your friend’s place,” Minjeong teases with a sly smile.  

“He’s barely my friend,” [Y/N] mumbles.  

“Still. It’s not so wise to imagine yourself fucking another guy’s potential girlfriend.” 

[Y/N] rolls her eyes at the prospect of Jeno and Minjeong dating. 

Minjeong shifts on the tabletop so her thighs are on either side of [Y/N], affording her a teasing glimpse of her underwear. Her legs dangle off the table on either side of hers. "Go on…”

“You… um… going down on me."

The blonde giggles, “[Y/N], you’re no different than a guy.”

Even though it’s true, it still hurts her ego. 

“And what about my body? Did you think about that?”

“Well, yeah, of course."

“My breasts?”

[Y/N] nods wordlessly.

“Would you like to see them?"

Her [e/c] eyes snap to hers. 

“C’mon," Minjeong purrs, "just so you can see if they look like you imagined. It’s alright, as long as you look and don’t touch."

Very tempting. 

Minjeong lifts the oversized shirt over her head and tosses it onto the kitchen floor. [Y/N] greedily takes in her almost naked form. The slope and gentle swell of her tits, how they peak with her nipples. Minjeong’s taut abs contract as she takes in slow breaths, her womanhood covered by white panties with a coin-sized wet mark right at the center. Her [e/c] eyes train on it, licking her lips.

“Oh, you see that?" Minjeong questions rhetorically. “That’s my secret, [Y/N]. It makes me so wet thinking about you, especially you getting off to me.”

[Y/N] is positive that her dick is about to rip a hole through her jeans. 

“Can you show me?"

[Y/N]’s senses are swirling. She squints and clears her throat, whispering, “Show you what?”

“How you did it. When you thought of me."

“Minjeong…” 

“It’s okay. I want to see it. After all, I’m nearly naked here with my legs open. You’re still fully dressed. So, it’s hardly fair. ”

Valid point. 

“Show me,” the blonde urges.  

This is a bad idea, [Y/N] thinks, even as she is unfastening her belt and easing herself out of her jeans.

“Fuck, [N/N]. No wonder you can’t keep your hands off it. Look at you,” Minjeong teases, causing the taller girl to blush. Just a bit. [Y/N] slips her hand up and down her length slowly, still tentative. 

It’s all so surreal. 

“Having trouble getting inspired?” the blonde scoffs, watching her slow progress. “Here, let me help.” 

Minjeong brings both hands to cup her boobs, and her head lolls back as she bites her lip. Her eyebrows crinkle as she rolls her nipples between her fingers, coaxing them into stiffer peaks. 

What a show, indeed. 

One hand slides beneath the waistband of her panties to stroke behind that damn wet spot. Her hand movements are steady.

She is fucking herself. 

For [Y/N].

“Fuck, Minjeong.” [Y/N]’s speed increases as she gapes at her, her jaw set at an angle, her [e/c] eyes flitting from the hand on her breast to Minjeong’s face etched with pleasure to her small hand pumping between her thighs.

“Is this something you would think about, [Y/N]?”

“Yes. Except…” 

She looks at [Y/N], raising her eyebrow. “Except what?” 

[Y/N] motions toward her panties with her chin, “Take them off.” 

Minjeong gives a thoughtful hum. “I don’t know… Can I trust you to control yourself?” 

“Of course.” 

“And you’re not going to fuck me? You won’t cause me to be a bad girl, would you?"

“Never,” [Y/N] grits out.

No, Minjeong. Wouldn’t dream of fucking right now.

The blonde stills the hand between her thighs and works her panties off. She returns to her place with her legs spread wide in front of her. 

“Can I sit like this?” she inquires.

[Y/N] stares at her pink center and redoubles the efforts of her hand. Her folds are delicate and glistening. “Yes, definitely.” 

“Do you think my pussy is pretty, [N/N]?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Do you want to feel how wet you’ve made me just by watching you like this?"

[Y/N] reaches to palm her cunt.

Minjeong quickly scolds her, “No, no. Let me.”

She folds [Y/N]’s fingers down, save two, and slides them against her sensitive clit, then lower pressing them up inside. Holding [Y/N]’s wrist, she begins to move her hand in and out slowly, her hips slightly arching with each subtle movement.

[Y/N] is transfixed. Minjeong is warm and tight and so wet. As she moves with the blonde, she feels her walls pulsing softly, greedily pulling her long fingers in. Then, she looks at her cock, flushed with a clear pearl of liquid at its tip.

“Why did you stop, [N/N]?” 

[Y/N]’s only reply is to stare at how her fingers are being swallowed by the blonde’s wet heat. 

“Ah, I see,” Minjeong quips. “You need a free hand. Here, let me help.” 

She slides off the table onto [Y/N]’s thighs, her legs still very open. [Y/N]’s knuckles press against Minjeong as she adjusts the angle, and she bucks against them, giggling. 

“Behave, [N/N],” she teases. 

[Y/N] smiles through a huff of air. 

Minjeong is so close to her. She can feel her pussy’s warmth, feverish and damp. A few centimeters away from her cock. [Y/N]’s hand is slick with her essence as she pumps her hand slowly, trying not to push her too far. She knows that if she did, this brat would laugh and cut her off. 

But still so aware of her neediness, Minjeong reaches out to mold her hand around her length. She wrings the head of her cock with her small fingers and gives it a playful twist. [Y/N] eagerly angles her hips into the blonde’s touch, and Minjeong laughs, knowing that, at this point, she is her puppet.

“Do you like how I feel, [N/N]?” 

“Yes,” [Y/N] breathes out. 

“Then fuck me with your fingers while I get you off. Nice and slow. But don’t try to make me cum. Do you understand?” 

[Y/N] licks her lips. “Yes.” 

[Y/N] explores her soft cunt, pressing and pulling and twisting and reaching until she finally bumps up against her clit, and Minjeong jumps. The sound she makes is so high and whiny that it makes [Y/N] jerk into her hand. 

“No,” Minjeong levels at her. 

“Yes,” [Y/N] hisses, her head dipping to taste Minjeong’s neck and the fine mist of sweat that covers it. 

“You think you want this, huh?” 

“No… I fucking know I want this.” [Y/N] raises her hips higher and brings her thumb over Minjeong’s clit, this time with open intention. 

“Fucking hell, [Y/N],” another breathy moan escapes Minjeong’s mouth. “You know, if you fuck me now, it’s over. It’s over between you and me.” She is panting now, losing at her own game, riding [Y/N]’s thumb hard while her fingers anchor her to the taller latter. 

“Just give me a chance, please,” [Y/N] mutters, licking the top curve of Minjeong’s breast before moving lower and rolling the nipple between her teeth.

“But I can make this last so much longer,” Minjeong pleads, even as she is rocking against her palm, drenching her hand up to the wrist in her slick and pressing her tits against her hungry mouth. "I can tease you, [Y/N]. I can be so good for you."

Minjeong is close to falling apart, flushed and sweaty, her scent all over [Y/N]. She grips her cock and slides it against her heat. 

“This is what you want, [Y/N]? More than weeks of me teasing you, of watching me play with my tight little pussy, of letting you jerk off to me? More than all the things that I can do to you, things you haven’t even thought of yet?”

“Yes…” [Y/N] is so close to being inside now. Straining her muscles, she arches to enter her, but Minjeong holds her fast, looking at her face. 

“This is your choice, [Y/N]. Fuck me now, and it’s over. Or…"

[Y/N]’s mind races and then settles on one coherent thought.

“I need to fuck you. Right now, you fucking brat,” [Y/N] growls, crooking her fingers inside Minjeong, making her gasp.

The blonde shakes her head, “What a silly toy… Do it. Fuck me.”

[Y/N] abruptly stands, lifting Minjeong with her, and swipes the table clear. [Y/N] lays the smaller girl across the table and smoothly enters her cock into her pussy in one firm shot, the pair crying out in unison.

“God, you feel so amazing.” [Y/N] wastes no time in pulling out almost all the way and pressing into her hard and fast again. "I am going to fuck you so hard."

"You better, since this will be the only…”

[Y/N] presses into her again at full force, and Minjeong squeals, a sound she hasn’t heard her make before. The blonde blinks before recovering and takes a deep breath.

“Are you ready, Minjeong?” 

[Y/N] slides a hand beneath her to lift her ass and hold her tight against her hips. With a battering pace, she rocks into her, grunting and panting on her part. Clawing and moaning on hers. [Y/N] feels her thin legs tightening, and her eyes roll back in her head.

“Fuck, [Y/N]. Stop."

“Like hell I am."

"But you’re going to make me…"

"Fucking Christ, I know. Fucking cum. Cum all around me." [Y/N] angles her higher and keeps going, pounding into her cunt.

"[Y/N]! Fuck! Why are you doing this?"

"You know why," she growls, her thrusting becoming uneven, her raw instincts winning over her sense of rhythm.

"Why?" Minjeong pants, her pale cheeks pink, sweat beading on her brow. "Say it… Tell me what I am."

[Y/N] bites her lip and looks down at Minjeong. She is wide-eyed and flushed, her tits are bouncing freely with each of her movements. Her blonde hair is a tangled whorish halo under her. Minjeong grips [Y/N]’s body, seeking purchase anywhere she can find it.

[Y/N] raises one eyebrow in question.

Minjeong gives her a slight nod, still moving underneath her, meeting her thrusts.

[Y/N] leans over her and tangles her bigger hand in her blonde hair, angling her face so it’s almost touching her own. “You are a fucking cock tease—a brat. And this is what you want, isn’t it? To be forced to cum, to be punished… Punished with my cock. Now be a good girl, Minjeong, and let me feel you cum, or I promise I will take you over my knee, and a spanking will be the least of your worries.”

Minjeong’s breath is caught. [Y/N] can feel her tightening as she ruts against her.

“Do it, Minjeong. Cum. Like a good girl should, or I swear to god, I will make you sorry."

Minjeong meets her peak with closed eyes and mouth wide open. Her body convulses hard under [Y/N], her back bowing off the table. She grips her tightly, pulling her deeper, her walls collapsing and expanding, milking her. [Y/N]’s hand balls up her blonde hair and [Y/N] falls with Minjeong, her gaze never leaving her face. She spills into her, holding her flush against her as her cock pulses.

[Y/N] rests her head at the base of her neck, both panting, before looking up at her face and smiling. “I feel like I should finally kiss you now," she whispers.

Minjeong twists her fingers in her [h/c] hair and offers her mouth to her. Their tongues lazily explore one another before Minjeong breaks the kiss with a small smile.

“I guess we should get cleaned up."

“Yeah, before Jeno…” Minjeong whispers. 

[Y/N] can’t stop her features from twisting in at the mention of her roommate. She quickly schools her features back to normal and starts to stand up. 

“Would you like the first shower?” [Y/N] asks. 

“No, you go ahead.” 

[Y/N] tries to make sense of what had just happened as she reluctantly washes the smell of sex off her tired yet sated body. 

She finally decided it didn’t matter. Whatever happened happened, even if it’s the first and last time. 

It is certainly the best fuck [Y/N] had.

—

[Y/N] sits at the kitchen table, replaying that night with Minjeong for the thousandth time in her head. The details have never dimmed as time passed, only somehow amplified. Minjeong’s taste, her smell, the sounds she made. It was all scrawled across her brain in Technicolor. 

She couldn’t forget the blonde if she tried.

Jeno walks into the apartment. 

“Mail is here.” He places several envelopes on the table.

[Y/N] boredly looks through them. 

Bills, bills, credit card offers, taxes.  

Until she spots a white, card-sized envelope with her name written on it. No return address. No address at all, for that matter. Only her name.

“What’s this?” she asks Jeno, gesturing to the suspiciously simple envelope.

“Dunno.” Jeno shrugs and fishes a beer out of the fridge before flopping onto the sofa. 

Rolling her eyes, [Y/N] splits the envelope and peeks inside, not daring to remove the contents completely, just in case.

It’s a photograph.

Okay…?

She pulls out the picture, and her breath hitches. 

A young woman with tousled, dirty blonde waves sat backward on a chair. A short, plaid miniskirt that violates every dress code. Thigh-high stockings wrapped flush around her legs. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, obscenely low. She’s holding a heart-shaped red lollipop, her lips parted as if she wanted to wrap her mouth around something else entirely.

Minjeong. 

On the back of the photo, she has written an address. 

“Jeno,” [Y/N] calls as she stands from her seat, the chair scraping across the floor. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up.”