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Kim Minjeong has the average life of a popular college kid; she’s always surrounded by her peers, often jocks and cheerleaders and preppy rich kids around campus. Her long blonde hair and brand-name clothes and pretty looks help her fit right in. But all is not what it seems on the surface. No one knows what lurks underneath, the ugly, sinful darkness that would stain her so-called ‘good preppy girl’ image if anyone were to uncover her secrets.
Minjeong is smart and cunning, upholding her pretty blonde image to her advantage. People are always looking out for her, bending to her whims just for a smile or a second of her attention—especially the men—and it gives Minjeong a bit of a power trip. Holding this sort of power over people, she likes it a bit too much. Manipulation is the name of the game, and Minjeong plays it with the hands of a master. All it takes is a flutter of her lashes, a beam of a smile, a light touch of her hand and a girly giggle before she gets what she wants handed to her on a silver platter.
It’s fun, until it doesn’t work.
With an annoyed huff, Minjeong blows her bangs out of her face before she fixes her hair. The grade stamped in red ink on her assignment for her class stares back at her, mocking her with the low number. She tried appealing to the professor but with her luck, it was one immune to her usual charms. Minjeong stalks down the hallway of the lecture building, the assignment crumpling in her hand as she strides outside.
Fortunately, her professor offered another way to make up the assignment; all she had to do was attend a few tutoring sessions with one of the class’s top students and he would allow Minjeong to redo her assignment.
So now she’s strutting her way to the campus library, where this Yu Jimin was waiting for their first tutoring session. Minjeong sighs as she checks her phone, replying to messages and social media and such.
🦋: hey girl! heard you have a tutor thing today?
⭐️: ugh yeah, prof wouldn’t let me pass without this
🦋: good luck girlie! I’ll be hanging out with Aeri tonight
⭐️: ooh! I see you miss ning, have fun with that!
When Minjeong enters the library, a bubble of comfortable silence encompasses the space. Minjeong’s never did much studying; she’s had the luck of being book smart and usually aces her classes with ease. It’s just this week there has been party after party after party, and Yizhuo dragging her out to be her wingwoman for the entire week. Good thing it’s worked out seeing as Yizhuo is off hanging out with Aeri, the crush of her dreams. And now Minjeong has to pay the consequence for helping out a friend.
She huffs quietly, her eyes scanning the tables for her supposed tutor. It’s a struggle for a bit until her eyes land on a particular girl sitting at the furthest table. Yu Jimin has shoulder length black hair, a messy wolf cut if you will; from what Minjeong can see, she’s dressed in baggy sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, and a black and white flannel that sits on her shoulders comfortably. An average student look that blends in with everyone else. There’s a pair of black frame eyeglasses on Jimin’s face, and Minjeong’s eyes linger on the mole by Jimin’s lips for a second as she slowly makes her way towards her.
A memory surfaces then, and Minjeong slows down in her tracks. She’s seen Yu Jimin before, once in a shared gym class. They were stretching, and Minjeong was standing somewhere behind Jimin when the older girl’s shirt happened to ride up, revealing a set of firm looking abs. It took Minjeong by surprise, her eyes lingering until the shirt came down. Gym class went by and that was it.
They haven’t had any kind of interaction before. In fact, this tutoring session will be the first. Minjeong keeps her gaze on Jimin, watching her as she flicks through a book. She’s not bad looking at all, kinda cute actually. Jimin has the nerdy look going for her. And Minjeong’s tongue peeks out to lick her lips. And her body might be a totally different thing if her memory serves her right. Minjeong hasn’t had any action in a while, her latest was a few months ago, some jock she can’t even remember the name of.
“Hi. Yu Jimin?” Minjeong says when she reaches the table Jimin is seated at. “Professor Kim said you would be able to tutor me?”
Dark eyes look up at her, and Minjeong pauses for a second when Jimin doesn’t respond, only stares at her with a strange intensity. Then Jimin visibly flushes, stammering as she sets her book down.
“O-Oh, yes! Professor Kim did mention it after class. ”I just wasn’t sure... if you were going to come or not.” Jimin scratches her cheek sheepishly, eyes looking at Minjeong for a moment before averting.
It’s cute, Minjeong thinks, how nervous Jimin looks as she takes some books out of her bag. She takes a seat across from Jimin, sweeping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she straightens out her skirt. She notes the way Jimin’s eyes linger on her hair, lingers on her neck when pops the button to the collar of her varsity jacket. Interesting. Minjeong smirks before her lips stretch into a friendly smile, the preppy persona rearing to life.
“Shall we? I think Professor Kim mentioned the sections I was having trouble with.”
“Yeah, I um... made some notes I thought would help.” Jimin looks away, hands shuffling through some index cards, all color-coded from the looks of it.
Minjeong clocks it and she pauses, moved from the effort Jimin went through. She doesn’t have the heart to tell her that she’s well-versed with the course material, that she only struggled with the assignment because she was hung-over. So Minjeong sucks it up and engages Jimin in academia. It’s more pleasant than she expects it to be; Jimin’s voice is soothing, a soft and low timbre that Minjeong enjoys listening to; and her way of tutoring is nice and easier to understand than the lectures. It’s also cute how Jimin can’t look directly at her sometimes, often averting her gaze when they make eye contact for too long. It makes Minjeong giggle, soft and breathy every time Jimin’s ears burn red. And maybe Minjeong enjoys teasing her as well, making sure to brush her fingers against Jimin’s hand every time they exchange notes.
Faster than she expects, their tutoring session comes to an end. Minjeong checks her phone, shooting a text to Yizhuo only to find out her friend is still busy, and settles for a chill night at her off-campus apartment. She idles by as Jimin packs up her bag, watching as Jimin glances in her direction a few times before opening her mouth.
“It’s a little late, Minjeong. Do you... have a ride or something?”
Minjeong tilts her head, smiling at the way Jimin fidgets with her bag, a hand gripping her keys as she waits.
“No, I don’t. My apartment’s near the campus so I don’t mind the walk.” Minjeong leans her hip on the edge of the table, dragging out her words as she watches Jimin. The girl has something to say, clearly by the way Jimin’s gaze bounces between the library doors and Minjeong herself.
“Um... would you—would you like a ride? I don’t mind!” Jimin pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, tongue wetting her dry lips.
The smile on Minjeong’s lips grows bigger, finding Jimin’s unexpected charm attractive. Minjeong’s eyes trail up and down Jimin’s body, quietly noting the extra inches the older girl has on her. Hmm, strong and tall. Maybe she stumbled on a hidden gem. She pushes off the table, a smile still plastered on her face.
“Thanks, Jimin. I really appreciate it, makes me feel safe.” Minjeong ambles a little closer, one hand laying on Jimin’s bicep and squeezing slowly. She giggles for good measure, noting the way Jimin’s ears flush pink. Cute. “Shall we?”
“Y-Yeah!”
Minjeong giggles as she follows Jimin’s lead out the library. They stroll towards the parking lot, making small talk on the way. Jimin is a year ahead of her, majoring in literature and film, and does tutoring on the side for college credit and the occasional freshmen that’s willing to shell out money for a well-put-together study course. It’s academically impressive, and a type of person that totally flies under Minjeong’s popular radar.
Still, there’s something else that’s uncommon about Jimin. Like how she’s so strong, those abs flashing through Minjeong’s mind briefly. Jimin could easily be passed for a jock, if she got rid of those baggy clothes and those glasses. But the train of thought leaves Minjeong’s mind when they get to the parking lot.
Jimin drives a Toyota Camry, a four-door sedan that could pass for the next average car. Surprise colors Minjeong when Jimin gets the passenger door for her, and she returns the soft smile Jimin sends her way. Minjeong slides into the seat, buckling her seat belt with a click and watches as Jimin slides into the driver’s seat.
“Can I get your address, please?” Jimin asks without looking, busy with turning the car on. She slides the gear shift into drive, her eyes are locked on the road as her hands grip the steering wheel. Minjeong inputs it quietly on Jimin’s phone, admiring the older girl’s side profile at the moment.
“Oh, it’s not far at all.”
“Yeah, it’s convenient for my classes!”
Music plays as they chat, pleasant conversation occurring as they get to know each other a little more. The drive is short, only taking a few minutes until they arrive at Minjeong’s apartment complex. It’s large and lavish, looking a lot more like expensive apartment homes than the average college dorm. Minjeong unbuckles her seat belt as Jimin puts the car into park.
“Let’s exchange numbers. Are you available tomorrow for another tutoring session?”
“Yeah, I’m usually free after my morning classes.” Jimin replies as they exchange phones.
“Cool. Thanks for the ride.” Minjeong smiles as she hands Jimin’s phone back. She sits there for a moment, one hand on the door handle, lingering as a question stays on her mind. Her gaze shifts to Jimin, meeting dark eyes as the older girl looks at her questioningly. “Could you walk me to the door?”
A brow is raised, they both know Minjeong is capable of walking to the complex’s lobby, and so tension rises around them, born from Minjeong’s request.
“S-Sure.” Jimin nods twice before she kills the engine.
Car doors slam shut as two pairs of footsteps make their way on the paved sidewalk. Minjeong bumps shoulders with Jimin as they make the short walk to the apartment complex’s lobby, exchanging small smiles when the older girl manages to look at her properly.
“Oh, one second!” Minjeong says when they enter the lobby. She swings by the mailroom, her keys jingling as she opens her assigned mail locker. A stack of papers are withdrawn; some bills, a few flyers, and a coupon for a local florist. But a particular letter stands out to Minjeong—a pink colored envelope. Minjeong inspects it, the corner of her lips curling upward at the sight of it.
“Do you have an admirer?” Jimin asks as she patiently waits between the mailroom and the elevators and the lobby, her eyes trained on the pink letter in Minjeong’s hand.
“Something like that.” Minjeong says as she opens the letter and reads it, her eyes darting through the passage as a small smile twists her lips. She angles the content away from Jimin, not wanting her to see what’s inside. It’s a handwritten note along with some photos. “I’ve been getting them for a few weeks now. Can’t manage to find out who it is.”
“Must be nice.” Jimin says as she stuffs her hand in her pocket, free hand scratching her cheek as she averts her gaze.
Minjeong curls her hand over the envelopes and grabs the sleeve of Jimin’s flannel, leading her towards the staircase. “What’s with that tone? You know you’re a catch, right? Smart and charming. And you’re pretty too.” Minjeong goes up the stairs, making sure to sway her hips a little more knowing that Jimin is following behind her. A smirk graces her lips when she hears Jimin take a little longer to answer her.
“O-Oh, you’re just being nice. You don’t have to say that.”
“Just being nice, huh? We’ll see how nice I am in a little bit.” Minjeong’s tone is tinted with mirth, a teasing smile on her lips as she stops at the door of her apartment. She unlocks the door with her key, pushing the door wide enough for them to enter. She toes off her shoes and steps past the foyer, the click of the lock echoing as Jimin copies her actions. Her ears pick up the sound of Jimin’s greeting (“Pardon the intrusion.”) as she steps inside with sock-clad feet.
Minjeong’s apartment is large and modern, looking far more like an expensive private suite that an average college student would be able to afford. It’s no surprise that Minjeong comes from money, but she doesn’t flaunt it like some of her fellow peers do. She makes her way into the kitchen, drops off her mail, and fills up two glasses of water.
“Make yourself at home.” Minjeong says as she hands a glass to Jimin.
“Thanks.” Jimin takes the glass, her fingers brushing against Minjeong’s as she does so. There’s that stare again, a little intense as dark eyes lock with hers. Goosebumps break out across her skin when their hands touch, and Minjeong gulps softly as Jimin takes a slow pull of her glass. Minjeong takes a sip herself, licking her lips after she puts the glass down.
“I should... you know, get going. I have class—oh, we have class tomorrow.” Jimin swipes her palms over her pants, her gaze scanning the open living room as she puts the glass down as well.
Jimin turns and makes for the door—only to stop when Minjeong’s hand grips her sleeve. Minjeong tugs on the flannel, pulling the older girl back and stepping forward at the same time. A yelp escapes Jimin when Minjeong presses herself against the older girl’s front. Time slows to a crawl as they’re flush together, wide eyes looking down at Minjeong as she looks up. Soft, quiet breathing echoes through the apartment as they maintain eye contact. Minjeong is silent as she takes in the feel of Jimin’s body against her, firm and warm even under the layer of clothes. The image of abs flashes through her mind, making Minjeong lick her lips.
“Do you like me, Jimin?” Minjeong is blunt with her question as she lifts a hand up, curling her fingers over Jimin’s nape, holding the older girl still.
“I-I... what?”
“Don’t lie, now. I saw the way you look at me.” Minjeong’s eyes focus on Jimin’s dark pools, watching the way they slowly dilate. Jimin’s eyes dart down to her lips before coming back up to her eyes, and Minjeong finds it cute. Especially when those ears flush pink.
“I—I just...”
“Do you think I’m a slut?” Minjeong says as she slowly leans her head closer, free hand grabbing Jimin’s and pressing it against the curve of her waist. She pauses as she encourages Jimin to grab on, humming in approval as she feels a firm grip on her hip. She smiles at the way Jimin’s breath hitches, their faces very close together now. Just an inch separates their lips, warm breath brushing over the other as Minjeong speaks softly, “It’s okay if you call me that. I know what I want when I see it.”
“No, I don’t think you’re a s-slut.” Jimin’s answer washes over Minjeong, a warm breath puffing out slowly. “And yes, I... I’ve liked you for a while now.”
That gives Minjeong pause. But they’ve never interacted before. An admirer, perhaps? Jimin looks down at her with dark eyes, arousal and desire swirling in those dark pools, and it draws Minjeong right in.
“Really?” Minjeong curls her hand into Jimin’s hair, tugging her down slowly.
“R-Really.”
The proximity between them slowly diminishes, and Minjeong’s eyes flutter shut as soft lips press against hers. It’s slow and sweet, a pleasant pressure against her mouth. Jimin is different than anyone else, never demanding and looking for a quick fuck like the people Minjeong’s been with before. Jimin’s hands hold her hips and pull her closer, fingers gripping a little harder. A pleased noise slips out of Minjeong as she pulls back, taking note of the pink flush on Jimin’s cheeks. It’s so cute. She leans in for another kiss, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.
It’s here that she feels it—a hardness pressing against her waist. Minjeong moans into the kiss, swiping her tongue against the seam of Jimin’s lips. She licks into her mouth, one hand traveling between their bodies to cup Jimin’s crotch, palm cupping the hard tent. It earns her a low moan from Jimin, fingers digging a little harder into her hips.
With a wet pop of her lips, Minjeong pulls back to meet Jimin’s dark eyes. They’re slightly blown, desire brimming there. Her fingers brush over the hard outline of Jimin’s dick, and Minjeong hums softly as she feels how big and thick the older girl is.
“Did kissing me make you hard?” Minjeong is all mirth and tease as she gives Jimin’s bulge a soft squeeze, giggling when a soft whimper leaves Jimin’s lips. “You’re so big. I didn’t expect this from you at all.”
“C-Can’t help it... you’re really pretty, Minjeong.”
Oh. Minjeong feels her cheeks heat up from the compliment. The way it sounds so genuine coming from Jimin makes her chest flutter, a wobbly feeling there as dark eyes look down at her, intense and painted with want. She swallows thickly and gives Jimin’s clothed cock another firm squeeze, feeling a throb of arousal between her own legs.
“You’re too cute, you know that?” Minjeong murmurs in the space between them as she runs a hand down Jimin’s chest. It’s soft there, and she can’t help but sneak in a squeeze or two. Her lips meet Jimin’s again, teeth nibbling on a plump bottom lip before she asks, “Can I suck you off?”
To which Jimin chokes, a breathy whine leaving her lips not a second later. “Yes, yes, god, please!”
A chuckle leaves Minjeong as she trails a hand down, brushing past hard abs over Jimin’s shirt. Fingertips brush the hem of Jimin’s jeans, dipping into warm skin for a teasing moment. The whine that drops from Jimin is sweet and addicting. In tandem, the two of them work Jimin’s belt and pants free, sliding her jeans and boxers down to her ankles. Minjeong sinks down to her knees, resting on the plushness of her living room rug as she stares up at Jimin’s cock. It’s big, so thick and hard as it hovers over her face. She licks her lips at the sight of precum dripping from the head, leaking down a big vein that snakes down Jimin’s shaft. She’s clean shaven all over save for the neatly groomed happy trail.
Minjeong trails her fingers up Jimin’s thighs, marveling at the thick muscles there once hidden by her clothes. Jimin really could pass for a jock. Blunt nails drag upwards, making Jimin’s hips twitch from the slightly ticklish sensation. A smirk curves Minjeong’s lips as she caresses Jimin’s happy trail, her blunt nails tracing the thick shaft that bobs and twitches under her teasing touch.
“You’re so hard, baby. Your cock looks so good right now.”
The pet name makes Jimin’s breath hitch, and Minjeong takes note of it, giggling at how responsive the older girl is. Fingers curl around the base of Jimin’s cock, squeezing tight until Jimin whimpers at the sensation. Then Minjeong is leaning in close and puffing a breath over the tip, giggling at how Jimin’s hips buck, thrusting her cock into Minjeong’s hand.
“M-Minjeong! Please!” Dark eyes stare down at her, desperation swimming in her eyes as Jimin’s hands flex at her side.
“You can touch me, Jimin.” Minjeong says right before she presses a chaste kiss to Jimin’s cockhead, making the older girl moan at the soft sensation. A pink tongue peeks out, lapping at the tip in slow licks. Minjeong moans at the taste of Jimin on her tongue, salty and musky and tangy in a somewhat addictive manner. She takes the cockhead into her mouth, suckling at the sensitive head and relishing in the way Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, a low garble of a moan tumbling off her lips. Minjeong digs her nails into Jimin’s thigh, using it as a brace as her other hand pumps Jimin’s cock, stroking what her mouth can’t take as she swallows a couple more inches. Minjeong moans around the hard shaft, loving the way Jimin fills up her mouth so well, stretching her lips effortlessly. Wetness drips from her cunt and she knows that her panties are soaked by now, arousal pooling in her belly as she takes her time sucking Jimin’s cock.
Hands sink into her hair, gently carding through blonde hair while simultaneously gripping tight. Minjeong makes a breathy, muffled noise at the pleasant sting, the tender affection, and hollows her cheek, suckling a little harder. She enjoys all the sounds coming out of Jimin, surprised at how vocal the older girl is but welcoming it. She’s getting off on it, growing wetter at every cry of pleasure that manages to slip out of Jimin.
“Oh, I’m c-close! Minjeong, I’m gonna...!” Jimin whines as she grips Minjeong’s hair a little tighter, hips bucking as her breathing quickens.
Minjeong hums around Jimin’s cock, her hand pumping faster now, her head bobbing quicker as well. Drool pools out of the corner of her mouth, coating Jimin’s shaft and contributing to the slick wet noise that is her mouth fucking itself on Jimin’s cock. Her free hand rakes up and down Jimin’s thigh, scratching pink lines into soft skin and toned muscle. That seems to be the breaking point for Jimin seeing as she lets out a guttural moan, hips jerking hard as she pushes her cock deeper into Minjeong’s mouth. Minjeong licks and suckles on the cockhead, swallowing the flood of hot cum as her hands pet Jimin’s thighs, stroking gently as pleasure overwhelms the older girl. Minjeong pulls back and laps up any remaining cum on Jimin’s cock, giving the shaft a few more strokes until Jimin whines, her hand pushing Minjeong back gently.
Strong hands haul Minjeong up, surprising her with Jimin’s strength for a second before soft lips capture hers. She sinks into the kiss, moaning at how enthusiastic Jimin is, falling into the pleasantness of the deep kiss. Between the tongue and teeth of their frantic kiss, Minjeong feels Jimin’s roaming hands, softly moaning at how firm they are, how strong their grip is. Their shirts and bras are shed quickly, their shared desire lighting a fire in the both of them. Jimin kicks off her pants and boxers, standing naked before Minjeong, shuddering as nails scrape down her row of abs.
“Wanna eat your pussy, Minjeong. Let me take care of you.” Jimin murmurs against her mouth, making Minjeong moan as a bolt of arousal shoots through her body, making her squirm from how wet it makes her. Her panties are surely ruined by now. She nods and steps back, fingers slipping into the hem of her skirt before she’s stopped by Jimin.
“Wait. Can you... leave the skirt on?” Heat floods Jimin’s cheeks as dark eyes stare at Minjeong, arousal building and building between them.
“Oh, that’s naughty. You like how I look in a skirt?” Minjeong smiles, a tease on her lips. She shuffles backwards until her knees hit the couch, then she takes a seat, making a show of spreading her legs for Jimin. Teeth close around the tip of her finger as she looks at Jimin, beckoning her closer. “Take off my panties for me then.”
The way Jimin sinks to her knees so quickly makes Minjeong moan, a rush of excitement and arousal filling her up from the notion alone. Fingers curl into the garment before they drag Minjeong’s panties down. She blushes at the wet strings of her own wetness clinging to it, and moans at the way Jimin stares at her cunt with a hungry expression.
“You’re so wet, Minjeong.”
“Mhm, do something about it then.”
Hands lift Minjeong’s thighs up, hiking them onto Jimin’s shoulders before the older girl dives in eagerly. A long swipe of Jimin’s tongue against her cunt makes Minjeong sigh breathily, moaning at the slow licks. With her skirt shucked up, she throws her head back as her hands sink into Jimin’s hair, gripping tight as Jimin laps at her pussy. Pleasure washes over her, as slow and steady as Jimin’s attentive licks. It feels good, soft moans dripping from Minjeong’s lips, so good from how Jimin eats her out. Her moans grow louder when Jimin’s lips wrap around her swollen clit, suckling and licking and humming against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Minjeong squeezes her thighs together, hips grinding against Jimin’s face, gasping loudly at the waves of pleasure that are starting to crash harder into her.
“Fuck, that’s it. Does my pussy taste good?” Minjeong giggles when Jimin hums loudly against her clit, moaning and shaking at how good the vibrations feel.
Jimin’s tongue is wet and firm when it dips into her cunt, drawing a choked moan out of Minjeong. She whines and mewls at the way Jimin’s tongue strokes against her walls, grazing sensitive spots that make her hips tremble with delight. Fingers begin to draw circles on her swollen clit and the combined stimulation makes Minjeong shriek, her hips jumping at the additional stimulation. Her hips roll faster, grinding her cunt against Jimin’s face harder, making a mess with how wet she is.
She’s well on her way to her orgasm at the pace Jimin keeps, and it’s incredible. Minjeong rolls her hips, smearing slick all over Jimin’s mouth and the obscenity of it makes it all the more better. She moans and mewls, all breathy and high-pitched as the pleasure builds and builds. Her gut coils tightly, pressure pulsing in her belly until it’s unbearable. Another stroke of Jimin’s tongue, another rough circle on her clit—and it all snaps. Minjeong screams as her orgasm slams into her, sending her rocketing into a height of pure pleasure. Her thighs close around Jimin’s head, trembling at the way it doesn’t deter Jimin, the older girl still rubbing her clit and steadily fucking her tongue against fluttering walls. It escalates and prolongs Minjeong’s orgasm, sending her careening into euphoria, engulfed in a state of boneless indulgence.
Wetness gushes out of her, and Minjeong slumps back into the couch once she comes down from her high, whimpering at the soft laps of Jimin’s tongue. She pushes Jimin’s head back, letting out a drawn-out moan when strands of wetness cling to Jimin’s mouth. Minjeong sighs at the sensation of Jimin’s lips against her thighs, adoring the way the older girl is kissing up her thighs and hips, planting such gentle kisses up her stomach and chest until she reaches her mouth. Minjeong moans at the taste of herself on Jimin’s tongue, and kisses her a little harder, tongues swirling and licking against each other.
“Come up here.” Minjeong says when they pull back for air. She drags her skirt off as Jimin sits on the couch, then she’s straddling Jimin’s lap, sighing when her wet cunt makes contact with Jimin’s hard cock. Her hands come to rest on Jimin’s shoulders, fingers curling into the firm muscle there as her eyes lock with Jimin’s.
“You’re good at eating pussy, hm.” Minjeong says as she rubs her thumb across Jimin’s wet lips, still smeared with her wetness. She pushes her thumb past the seam of Jimin’s lips, breath picking up at the way Jimin sucks on her thumb without any prompting. Oh, it’s so hot.
“Gonna ride your cock now. Line yourself up, baby.” Soft lips press a kiss against Jimin’s forehead, peppering kisses along Jimin’s temple and cheek as Minjeong feels the older girl line her cock up, the tip pressing against her weeping hole. Minjeong presses her lips against the shell of Jimin’s ear, the pad of her thumb pressing down on Jimin’s tongue, and moans breathily when that thick cockhead sinks in slowly.
A loud moan echoes through the apartment as Jimin’s cock stretches out her cunt. Minjeong savors the stretch, panting against Jimin’s flushed ear as pleasure rushes through her body. She feels her walls being stretched and filled by that thick girth, mewling and moaning at how good it feels, trembling with pleasure once she sinks down on the entirety of Jimin’s cock. A moment is taken just to gather her bearings, her lips kissing and sucking along Jimin’s jaw in the meantime.
Minjeong pulls back slightly to take in the sight of Jimin, pleasure written all over her face, dark eyes glazed over by lust, drool slipping down the corner of her lips even with Minjeong’s thumb in her mouth. Arousal and desire swirl in Minjeong’s chest, nearly overflowing as she takes in the debauched scene.
“Fuck, it feels so damn good. You make me feel so good.” Minjeong sighs as she starts rolling her hips, raising and dropping her ass in Jimin’s lap, hissing and groaning at the way that thick cock fills her up. She swaps out her thumb for two fingers, slowly stroking them. Jimin seems to enjoy the sensation, her mouth suckling on Minjeong’s digits so sweetly.
“Hold me. Tighter. Good girl.” Jimin’s hands grip her hips firmly, fingers splayed across her slim waist, holding her securely as Minjeong starts riding her cock faster, harder, moaning at the way she fucks herself down on that thick girth. Filthy wet clapping noises surround them, fueling the flames of lust licking at their bellies. The sensation of being impaled by Jimin’s big dick is unlike anything else. Pleasure ripples through her like thunder, intense and electrifying and godly. Minjeong lets her pleasure be known by her loud moans, praising Jimin with murmurs as she fingerfucks the older girl’s mouth. So much obscenity is unfolding between them, and Minjeong loves every second of it.
“Mhm, I’m... fuck, I’m close! Going to... ngh, I’m gonna come on your cock!” A stream of filth drops out of Minjeong’s mouth as she slams her hips down, riding Jimin’s cock at a brutal pace. It’s wet and slick and filthy and so, so damn good. Minjeong grips a handful of Jimin’s hair, fingers slowly slipping out of Jimin’s mouth, and maintains eye contact as she feels her orgasm approaching quickly. “Fill me up, baby. Want to feel you coming inside and filling me up. Don’t you want that, baby? Don’t you want to breed this pussy... to pump your cum deep inside of me?”
“Yeah—oh my fucking god! Yes, yes, I wanna come inside. Can I? Can I, please?” Jimin whimpers and shakes her head quickly, her hips bucking violently as her fingers squeeze Minjeong’s waist, spurred on by the filthy image conjured up by Minjeong’s dirty talk.
“Do it—inside, inside, mhmm!”
Minjeong’s grip in sleek black hair tightens, holding onto Jimin as she rides that cock, moaning louder and louder when she feels Jimin’s cock spearing up into her, plowing through her walls and grazing her sweet spots. The pace is rough and almost animalistic, but Minjeong relishes in the rough movements of their hips, letting out a guttural moan when Jimin hilts deep inside of her and unleashes a flood of hot cum. It triggers Minjeong’s own orgasm, pleasure violently lancing through her so intensely that her vision blanks to white, stars bursting behind her eyelids as she shrieks. Her back arches, hips snapping as her body succumbs to pleasure. All she feels is a sense of boneless euphoria, Jimin’s sweet whimper around her fingers, and Jimin’s firm hands on her waist, stroking her back gently, a series of affectionate touches that ground Minjeong from her incredible high.
When she comes to, Minjeong is slumped into Jimin’s front, her head tucked into the crook of Jimin’s neck and shoulder. Her hand is curled into Jimin’s hair, stroking slowly while her free hand is holding Jimin’s bicep. She feels Jimin’s hands stroking down her spine, and hums at the caress. It’s a sticky mess between their bodies, but Minjeong doesn’t mind it. She lifts her head, one hand wrapping around Jimin’s neck and holding it as she captures Jimin’s lips. It’s a soft and indulgent kiss, a meeting of lips as they bask in the post-coital high. Minjeong sighs at the way Jimin kisses her back, head tilting as they lick into each other’s mouths. It feels nice, like they’ve been together for so long, their chemistry so natural and well-tuned to each other.
Minjeong pulls back, licking the strand of saliva that connects their lips. Dark eyes peer up at her, and the intensity in them sends a shiver down Minjeong’s spine. Her thumb rubs against the adam’s apple of Jimin’s throat as she smiles down at the older girl.
“Wanna go again?” Minjeong giggles when she feels Jimin twitch inside of her walls, her hips rolling slowly in her lap.
“You’re insatiable.” Jimin groans but shows no sign of resistance. Those strong hands sweep down Minjeong’s back, settling on her hips as she starts riding Jimin again.
After another mind-blowing ride, Minjeong makes Jimin push her face first into the couch, one hand digging nails into Jimin’s nape as the older girl is draped over her body. The moans and growls against her ear is so hot, and the way Jimin rails her into the cushions is godly. Minjeong takes the older girl by the hand and leads her to her bedroom, where they go at it for a few more hours, making a mess out of her bed sheets with the amount of cum Minjeong milks out of Jimin. The beginnings of sunlight peek behind the curtains when they finally collapse against each other, limbs tangled in a cuddle as sleep overtakes them.
When Minjeong stirs from her sleep, it’s to the sweet aroma of coffee. She blinks the sleep out of her eyes, slowly shifting underneath the warmth of her blanket. Naked skin emerges from the covers as Minjeong stretches and shakes the sleep out of her limbs. The spot beside her is empty, but there’s noise coming from beyond the bedroom. Minjeong shuffles out of her bed, swiping a familiar looking flannel and wrapping it around her frame before she makes it past the door.
Jimin is in the kitchen dressed in yesterday’s clothes, a white tee and a pair of jeans, her back turned to Minjeong as she busies herself with coffee. Soft steps take her closer until she’s close enough to wrap her arms around Jimin’s waist, rubbing her face in between shoulder blades as she hugs Jimin.
“Oh, you’re up. I made coffee and eggs.” Jimin turns her head, a smile lighting up her features at the sight of Minjeong.
“Mhm, that’s thoughtful.” Minjeong mumbles into Jimin’s back, quietly inhaling the soft scent of lavender. She stays still as Jimin shuffles around until they’re facing each other in a proper hug. A smile stretches across her lips as Jimin leans down, meeting her for a kiss. The taste of coffee blooms on her tongue, sweet and aromatic as they kiss for a few long minutes.
Minjeong leans into Jimin, backing her up into the kitchen counter, a hand slipping between their bodies to rub at Jimin’s crotch. The older girl moans into her mouth, making Minjeong smirk when she feels a bulge pressing into her palm. An alarm chimes on the countertop, it’s Jimin’s phone interrupting their hot and heavy makeout.
“Mhm, I gotta go… that’s my alarm for my morning class.” Panting softly, Jimin gently knocks her forehead against Minjeong’s crown, whining at Minjeong’s hand rubbing her clothed cock. “You’re such a tease, Minjeong.”
Minjeong merely giggles as they pull away. “Something to remember me by as you go through your day.”
A pout sits on Jimin’s lips, making Minjeong laugh at how cute she looks. She notices the eyes on her body, the way they linger on the flannel that nearly drowns her figure. “I’m keeping this. My other flannel is well… you can see it’s in the process of getting cleaned.” Minjeong says with a finger pointing towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom sink sits a similar gray flannel shirt, frayed on the edges and sporting a few spotches of faded dark red near the collar. A bottle of hydrogen peroxide is next to the shirt, along with a couple of hand towels.
Jimin eyes the mess there, and Minjeong watches as her gaze lingers for a moment. “What happened there?”
“Oh, you know, I got a piercing a few months ago and it bled all over my shirt. I only recently bought some hydrogen peroxide to get it out.” Minjeong shrugs and lifts the collar of Jimin’s flannel up to her nose. She peers up at Jimin, a soft grin on her face, big brown eyes blinking cutely. “This one smells like you.”
“I guess you can keep it. I’ll see you later?” Jimin leans down for another kiss, and then another before she starts moving towards the door.
“Yeah, later.” With a wave, Minjeong sees Jimin off. Another beam of a smile before the door clicks shut.
She turns back to the kitchen, finishing up the coffee and eggs Jimin made for her, and enjoys the view of the town from her apartment windows. It’s only when she’s putting the dishes in the sink that Minjeong catches the sight of her mail on the counter. The pink envelope stands out, and Minjeong’s expression turns blank. She reaches for the envelope and dumps the content onto the counter. A handwritten letter and some photos fall out. The letter is filled with poetry and warm words of admiration, a complete contrast to the photos; they’re all pictures of Minjeong—in class, walking through campus, eating at a restaurant with friends, even one of her in the shower. It’s creepy and scary, an unpleasant chill replacing the warmth of her morning.
Blank eyes stare at the contents while her mind works. She’s been receiving these letters for a few weeks now, and there’s been no sign of her would-be stalker so far. Sometimes, Minjeong would catch sight of someone following her, only for there to be a crowd of people around her. Her stalker is sneaky and crafty, but they’re bound to slip up soon.
Minjeong is sure of it.
With a sigh, Minjeong flops onto the couch. She doesn’t have class until the afternoon which gives her a few hours to do absolutely nothing. The remote is swiped and with a push of a button, the tv flickers on. Minjeong flips through channels before a news program catches her attention.
“Breaking News. Citizens have been startled by the devastating discovery of two young adults found brutally butchered. They were found in two different locations on the college campus. Authorities have yet to issue a statement but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made and the murderer could strike again…”
Minjeong watches on as the news report continues, flashes of news vans and police vehicles surrounding a crime scene appear on the screen. The camera shot pans outwards, capturing a row of Toyotas’ and Hondas’, cars of students presumably, before it ends on a wide shot of the east side of the campus dorms. She drums her fingers on her knee as her attention remains on the news, her thoughts whirling quickly in her head.