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Jimin wasn't the type to call herself clingy. At least, she didn't think she was. She liked to tell herself she was reasonable. A perfectly well-adjusted girlfriend who could function on her own while Minjeong sat glued to her computer desk for hours.
Except, if she was being honest, she hated it.
Because when Minjeong gamed, she gamed. Like, the rest of the world might as well evaporate, the house could catch fire and Minjeong would still be yelling into her mic, clicking her mouse like her life depended on it.
Jimin lay sprawled across their bed, chin propped on her palm, staring at the back of Minjeong's head. She'd been like this for nearly an hour now.
Her girlfriend hadn't turned around once. The most attention she'd gotten was thirty minutes ago, when she'd sighed loudly and Minjeong had reached back without looking, squeezed her knee, and mumbled, "One more round, babe. Promise."
That had been three rounds ago.
Now Minjeong was still planted in her chair, headset snug over her ears, voice focused as she talked to her teammates.
"Nice one, Aeri. Cover me, I'll push long."
From the other end of the call, Yizhuo's laughter blasted through Minjeong's headset. Jimin rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might get stuck.
The worst part was that Minjeong's gaming voice wasn't even her normal one. Her voicw got lower, more commanding, almost bossy in a way that made Jimin's stomach twist with annoyance. Or maybe not annoyance, she didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Jimin buried her face in a pillow and groaned. She had options, she knew. She could scroll through her phone, watch Netflix and maybe take a nap. Literally anything.
But no. She was here, sulking. And honestly, it wasn't just about the game. It wasn't even only about being ignored—okay, fine that was part of it too but mostly it was about how ridiculously, disrespectfully hot Minjeong looked while doing it.
The room was dim-light except for the soft blue glow of her monitor, lighting Minjeong like some kind of holy deity sent straight from heaven to ruin Jimin's sanity. Her brows were furrowed, a tiny crease forming between them, and Jimin had this insane urge to just... lick it.
Don't ask why because her brain wasn't working anymore.
And when Minjeong’s tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip, Jimin swore she saw her whole life flash before her eyes. Then Minjeong bit down on it, bit down, and Jimin's soul ascended straight to the horny heavens. Her loose black shirt had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone. A bead of sweat trailed down from her temple, disappearing under the fabric, and Jimin had never been so jealous of sweat in her fucking life.
Her hands—oh, don't even get her started on those hands. Those long, veiny, beautiful fingers flying across the keyboard. They were fast, precise and merciless. Jimin wanted those hands on her hips, in her hair, wrapped around her throat.
Jimin wanted those fingers curled inside her.
She shifted on the bed, annoyed with herself, annoyed with Minjeong, annoyed with the universe for making her girlfriend so hot.
Minjeong, completely unaware of the emotional devastation happening behind her, slammed her mouse and barked into the mic, voice dropping into this commanding growl that had Jimin's knees visibly buckle.
"ARE YOU BLIND, AERI?! WRONG CORNER! WRONG—"
Aeri's voice came through the mic, offended. "Blind?? Bitch, you literally just ran in there like you were speedrunning your own death—don't fuckin come for me!"
"Maybe if you had eyes—" Minjeong shot back.
"Maybe if YOU had aim." Aeri clapped back instantly.
"At least I don't whiff half my shots like a stormtrooper," Minjeong snapped, fingers flying across her keys.
"Excuse me? EXCUSE me??" Aeri gasped so loud. "I am literally carrying this team—"
"Carrying us WHERE? to hell??"
Yizhuo wheezed in the background, fully useless from laughing.
Jimin buried her face in her pillow with a groan. Great. Not only was she competing with a video game, she was competing with her girlfriend's dumbass friends too.
She sat up, hugging the pillow to her chest. This was getting ridiculous.
"Minjeong," she tried, softly at first.
No answer.
"Baby," she said louder.
Minjeong flicked her wrist. "Hold on, babe. Just a sec."
Jimin glared. That was the fourth “just a sec”.
Something ugly and sharp twisted in her chest. She wanted Minjeong's attention—wanted it badly enough that her patience officially ran out. If being patiently good wouldn't work, then maybe petty would.
She stood, crossed the room, and picked up Minjeong's half-finished glass of iced coffee from the desk. She took a long sip, draining the straw obnoxiously loud.
Nothing. Minjeong didn't even look at her.
Jimin squinted. She took another sip. Still nothing. "Okay," she muttered to herself. "So this is how it's gonna be."
She walked back to the bed and flopped onto it again, arms splayed out. She even let out a pitiful little groan.
Then Minjeong's chair creaked and for a split second, Jimin thought she'd won. But of course fucking not. Her girlfriend just leaned closer to the screen.
"Fuck, I'm low HP. Cover me!"
Jimin decided she'd had enough. Enough was enough. She deserved attention. She deserved affection. She deserved everything. If her pretty self wasn't going to be worshiped, then her pretty self was going to cause problems on purpose.
She padded across the room, quietly. Minjeong was so locked in she didn't even notice, not even when Jimin stopped right beside her chair.
For a moment, Jimin just... stared.
Because Minjeong's face? So stupid.
God really said, ‘let’s make her pretty and handsome at the same time just to ruin someone's life,’ and then clocked out for the day. Like her profile was so unfair!
Minjeong’s jawline could cut glass, and Jimin had a very real, very stupid urge to trace it with her tongue like some kind of deranged woman. And then there was that tiny mole on her left cheek. That stupid, perfect little mole. Jimin wanted to kiss it, trace around it, maybe even bite it just to watch Minjeong glare at her.
It wasn't fair. People weren't supposed to be this pretty and this handsome. Pick a fucking struggle, Kim Minjeong.
And ughhhh… Jimin loved her. She also wanted to ruin her, so she did.
Without hesitation, Jimin swung one leg over Minjeong's lap and sat down. Her skirt rode high, thighs pressing flush against Minjeong's sweatpants.
That finally got a reaction.
Minjeong jolted like she'd been electrocuted. "W-what? Jimin—"
Jimin smirked, arms draped lazily around her neck, her mouth warm against Minjeong's flushed cheek.
"You said you'd be done soon," she whispered sweetly.
Minjeong's hand twitched on the mouse. "I-I am. I just...just need to—fuck, hold on."
She tried to stay still, tried to focus. But Jimin rolled her hips, slow and teasing, her core dragging over the growing bulge between Minjeong's legs.
Minjeong's mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"Mic's still on, right?" Jimin murmured, soft and wicked. "Your friends can hear you?"
Minjeong's entire body flushed. Her ears burned red. "Y-yeah," she mumbled, voice cracking. "J-just wait, I need to—shit, they're pushing left side."
Jimin did not care about any side. She cared about this side; Minjeong’s lap.
Her hips rolled again, slower this time. She ground herself down, lips brushing Minjeong's cheek as her eyes drank in the sight of Minjeong clenching her jaw and thighs trembling beneath her.
"Are you getting hard from this?" Jimin purred. "Even when they can hear you?"
Minjeong made a strangled noise. "Shut up," she hissed, barely above a whisper. Her hands were shaking, her voice stuttering as she tried to speak through the mic. "Y-yeah, I got you. Fuck, no—sorry, I lagged, I—"
Oh, she did not lag. She was literally dying over here.
Jimin's hand slid under the hem of Minjeong's shirt, just grazing her skin. Her nails lightly scratched along Minjeong's stomach as she pressed her hips down harder, enough to make Minjeong visibly twitch beneath her.
Her voice broke again. "Shit—uh…sorry, my cat stepped on my keyboard."
"Your cat?" Jimin breathed against her ear, smug. "Is that what I am?"
Minjeong grabbed her thigh in panic, flushed to the roots and sweating.
Hell, Jimin was only just getting started.
She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging herself over the heat building in Minjeong's lap. It wasn't even subtle anymore. The friction was direct now, her thin panties already damp and Minjeong's cock thickening beneath her sweatpants, growing harder with every grind.
It twitched against her, and Jimin felt it.
Minjeong definitely felt it too because she made this quiet, helpless little sound like she was dying inside and bit her lip to shut herself up. As if that would help. As if she wasn't rock hard under her girlfriend while her mic was still on.
But she didn't push Jimin off. She just sat there like a problem, desperately trying to play the most intense game match of her life.
"I swear," Minjeong muttered through gritted teeth, still talking to her team, "if I just get this angle, I can... fuck, I shot him—Yizhuo, go forward!"
Jimin's patience snapped again. Oh, hell fucking no. Her eyes narrowed. Did she just call out game strats while I'm literally sitting on her dick?!
"You’re still talking to them?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerously sweet. "Still ignoring me?"
Minjeong’s shoulders tensed.
Jimin leaned in closer, lips brushed the shell of Minjeong’s ear, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. “You’re so hard for me,” she murmured, “and you’re still playing the fucking game?”
Minjeong whimpered. The sound was quiet, involuntary, and honestly kind of pathetic.
Cute, though. Very cute.
If Jimin hadn’t been ignored for the last two hours, she might’ve been nicer about it. She wasn’t. She had been patient. She really had.
But patience had its limits.
She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. She reached up, hooked her fingers around the stupid headset, and slid it clean off Minjeong's ears before setting it down on the desk behind her. The muffled sound of Minjeong’s friends yelling faded into a dull, distant noise, no longer her problem.
"J-Jimin—" Minjeong started, panicked.
Too late. Jimin's lips were already on hers.
The kiss crashed into her like a fire—hot, open-mouthed, hungry and almost angry. All tongue, all frustration, almost felt like Jimin wanted to devour her and leave nothing behind.
Minjeong gasped against her, jerking in her chair. Her right hand twitched, fumbling at her mouse like she could still somehow keep playing, but it was useless. Her teammates were probably asking where she was. Maybe they thought she was AFK. Maybe they thought she disconnected.
Well… she kind of did. From reality.
Somewhere in the background, her friends were yelling into their mics, their voices bleeding through Minjeong's headset, but she couldn't hear them. Not when Jimin was kissing her like this. Like she wanted to kill her and resurrect her at the same time.
"You're ignoring me," Jimin breathed against her lips between kisses, her voice shaky with frustration and needs. "Why are you ignoring me?"
"I-I..." Minjeong stuttered. Her other hand clutched the arm of her chair.
Jimin ground down again, harder this time, and Minjeong whimpered.
"Pay attention to me," Jimin whispered, rocking slowly against her. "Not them. Me."
Her lips trailed lower, peppering kisses along Minjeong's cheek, then her jaw, then down to her throat. She bit, licked, sucked, leaving wet, possessive marks all over Minjeong's flushed skin. With each one, Minjeong's hips jerked helplessly upward, her cock now fully hard and straining against her sweatpants like it was begging to be free.
Jimin rocked her hips lazily, enjoying every second of Minjeong falling apart beneath her.
"You're sweating," she murmured. "Your cheeks are so red."
"J-Jimin..." Minjeong's voice cracked.
"You're adorable when you're trying to act focused," Jimin purred, dragging her hips in another slow circle. "Still holding your mouse like you're gonna finish the game."
She leaned in and bit down lightly on Minjeong's earlobe. "You're not finishing anything but me tonight."
Minjeong whimpred, and her hand finally left the mouse. Her trembling hands found Jimin's waist. Warm skin under her fingertips, the dip of her hips fitting perfectly in her palms. Her breath was shaky, chest rising and falling under Jimin's weight.
Her game was long forgotten.
She looked up at Jimin with flushed cheeks and parted lips, voice low and shaky.
"Why...why are you being like this today, hm?"
Jimin didn't answer. She just stayed still there on her lap, hands resting lightly on Minjeong's shoulders, her thighs spread wide and comfortably caging her in. Her expression didn't change, she wasn't smirking anymore. Just looking at Minjeong, brows drawn slightly, her lips red and kiss-bitten.
Minjeong swallowed hard. Am I screwed?
Her hands moved higher without thinking, tracing up the gentle curve of Jimin's waist. When her fingers slipped under the hem of her tank top, she nearly lost it.
Oh my god, her skin. It was too much.
Warm, soft and so smooth. Her fingertips grazed the dip of Jimin's back, the faint line of her ribs, and her brain short-circuited like someone had yanked her power cord out of the wall.
"You usually let me play," Minjeong whispered, eyes darting up nervously. "You never bother me like this."
Jimin blinked down at her, eyes simmering with something hot and impatient. Her voice came out quiet but sharp.
"It's been two hours."
Minjeong's brain stuttered. Wait. Two hours? No way it had been that long— oh my god, maybe it had been that long...
Before she could even form a defense, Jimin leaned closer, her mouth brushing Minjeong's cheek, voice soft but full of accusation.
"You said thirty minutes. You said you'd be done soon."
Minjeong panicked. "I-I meant to—I didn't realize—"
"Two. Hours." Jimin's voice was firmer now. "I waited. I didn't even sau anything the first time, or the second. Then you said one more match... and another... and another."
She shifted in Minjeong's lap, grinding down just once, enough to make Minjeong feel exactly how mad she was.
Minjeong's cock twitched violently in her sweatpants.
"You're hard as fuck now," Jimin whispered. "So don't ask me why I'm being needy."
Minjeong's head tilted back, throat bobbing, her neck flushing a deep red as she tried and failed to keep her breathing even.
"I just wanted you to pay attention to me for a bit," Jimin added, quieter now, like she was actually a little hurt under all the teasing. "But you kept choosing your stupid game."
"I wasn't choosing it," Minjeong said weakly, "I just... I didn't know..."
Jimin leaned back slightly. Her thighs were pressed tight around Minjeong's hips. Her voice dropped into something firmer.
"Well, now you know."
Minjeong's eyes flicked up to hers again.
Her cock throbbed painfully beneath Jimin, and she clenched her jaw, fighting a losing battle not to rut upward like a desperate dog. Her hands slipped higher under the thin fabric of Jimin's tank top, resting just beneath her chest.
Her thumbs brushed over the soft skin below her breasts, and she almost groaned at how warm and perfect she felt.
"I didn't mean to ignore you, baby," Minjeong whispered, voice breaking.
"But you did."
Minjeong flinched. Yeah... she really, really fucked up this time.
"I just thought..." Her throat worked as she swallowed, shame prickling at her skin. "...I thought you were okay, baby."
Jimin finally met her gaze head-on. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips red and kiss-swollen, every line of her body vibrating with frustration and hunger. And when she finally spoke, her voice was quiet.
"I'm not."
Two little words. Flat, simple but heavy enough to punch Minjeong right in the chest.
Her heart clenched. Ow.
She looked up at her, guilt blooming fast and ugly in her chest. Her hands, which had been creeping under Jimin's tank top in the hopes of smoothing things over with some well-placed gropes, froze completely.
"I'm so sorry," she said softly, brows furrowing. "I didn't mean to ignore you, baby."
Jimin didn't respond right away. She just stared down at her with those big, disappointed doe eyes and her pout heavy.
"You always say that," she muttered. "But you still chose your game over me."
Minjeong's throat tightened. Oh no... no, no.
"No, I didn't choose it," she rushed out. "I just... I got caught up. I didn't realize how long I was playing. I didn't mean to push you away."
Jimin's eyes flicked down, mouth still in a pout. "Felt like it."
Minjeong's stomach dropped straight to hell. "I didn't mean to," she whispered again, voice cracking. "I swear, baby."
She leaned up and kissed her. Softly at first, just the lightest press of lips against Jimin's pouty lips, like she was trying to manually reset her girlfriend's mood with her mouth. Then again and again. Slow, careful kisses that begged for forgiveness without saying it.
Her hands moved again, slower now, more reverent, sliding higher under the tank top. Fingertips brushing the warm curve of Jimin's breasts.
"I'm sorry," she breathed between kisses. "I'm so, so sorry."
And to her eternal relief, Jimin didn't stop her.
She let herself be kissed, mouth slowly parting to let Minjeong deeper, her chest rising as Minjeong's hands finally cupped her breasts— warm, full and soft in her palms. Minjeong sighed into her mouth, thumbs grazing gently over her nipples, circling slow through the fabric of her bra.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she murmured, lips brushing Jimin's with every word. "Didn't mean to ignore you."
Her thumbs pressed a little firmer, kneading gently. Jimin's breath caught, a soft gasp slipping out that went straight to Minjeong's head like a dopamine rush.
"I'm here now," Minjeong assured. "I promise."
Another kiss. Another soft apology. Her fingers curling tighter around the swell of Jimin's chest, slowly squeezing, her lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, then lower, whispering against her skin like she was praying.
"I'm sorry." Kiss. "I'm really sorry." Kiss. "You're more important than anything."
Jimin's breathing grew shallow, hands drifting up to tangle in Minjeong's hair. The pout hadn't fully disappeared, but her body was already betraying her, softening, melting into Minjeong's touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric, her thighs tightening instinctively around Minjeong's waist.
"I'll make it up to you," Minjeong whispered. "Okay?"
Another kiss. Another roll of her thumbs, slower this time.
"I promise," she added, quieter this time, almost shy.
Jimin didn't say anything at first. She just looked down at her girlfriend, cheeks flushed, breathing all uneven from all the kisses and soft apologies that had just rained down on her. Her thighs tightened around Minjeong's hips again, grinding down just a little.
Not enough to give in completely. Just enough to remind Minjeong who was in charge here.
Minjeong looked up at her, hands still cupping her breasts through the fabric. "Can I take this off?" she asked quietly, tugging at the tank top. "Please?"
Oh, the please got Jimin. She stared down at her like she was debating whether or not to forgive her life choices. Her pout slowly melted, replaced by something hotter.
So she lifted her arms wordlessly.
Minjeong peeled the tank top up slow and careful, until it was over Jimin's head and tossed aside. Her bra was simple, soft and tight enough to push her breasts up just slightly. Minjeong stared, lips parted, before she reached behind her with trembling fingers and unclasped it.
The straps slid off her shoulders, and Jimin was bare from the waist up, skin glowing in the dim light. Her chest rose and fell, nipples already pebbled in the cool air, and Minjeong just... stared.
She swallowed hard. Her hands slid back up and this time skin to skin, she cupped Jimin fully. Her palms were warm and a little shaky as they molded around Jimin's breasts, kneading them slowly.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," she murmured. "I didn't mean to ignore you. I didn't..."
Jimin's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut when Minjeong's thumbs brushed over her nipples, circling softly. She was so gentle with it like she was scared of being too rough after upsetting her. Her mouth kissed softly along Jimin's collarbone, then lower, barely brushing skin as her hands kept moving.
"I'm sorry," Minjeong whispered again against her chest, right before she kissed the swell of her breast. "I'm so sorry."
Her lips wrapped softly around one nipple, suckling gently.
Jimin gasped, sharp and breathy, fingers sliding into Minjeong's hair before she even thought about it. Her hips nudged forward against Minjeong's stomach.
"You always say sorry like that," she mumbled, watching Minjeong's mouth work over her skin. "And it makes me forget why I was mad."
Minjeong looked up, mouth still wrapped around her nipple, eyes glazed.
Then she pulled off with a soft, wet sound and said, "Then let me keep going."
She sucked again, slower. Her tongue flicked gently over the bud, her free hand moving to squeeze the other breast in rhythm. Jimin's head tipped back slightly, letting out a soft whimper she didn't mean to make. Her thighs trembled, just a little.
Enough for Minjeong to notice.
"You like when I touch you like this?" Minjeong murmured, switching sides, kissing down and wrapping her mouth around the other nipple now. "Even when you're mad at me?"
Jimin didn't answer. But her hips rocked forward again, more insistent this time, and that was all the answer Minjeong needed.
So she kept going.
Her mouth was on Jimin's chest, wet and warm, like she was worshipping every inch. She sucked slow, tongue circling over stiff nipples, pulling soft gasps out of Jimin with every drag. Her hands were just as greedy, kneading both breasts like she couldn't possibly choose one. Fingers spread wide, thumbs flicking at sensitive peaks until Jimin's thighs trembled around her lap again.
The more she touched, the softer she got.
"Can't believe I almost kept playing..." Minjeong mumbled into her skin, voice drowsy with awe. She kissed under Jimin's breast, eyes fluttering shut. "When I could've had this instead."
Jimin's eyes narrowed. Her fingers stopped where they'd been combing through Minjeong's hair.
Minjeong didn't notice. "You're so warm," she murmured, sucking lazily at her chest. "So perfect. I should've stopped everything for you—"
That was when Jimin grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. Not rough, but firm enough to stop her mid-sentence.
"Wha—" Minjeong looked up at her, lips shiny and confused.
"Stop." Jimin said.
Minjeong looked stunned. "I... did I do something…"
"I'm taking control today."
Minjeong's mouth opened, then shut again. For once, she looked like she had no words.
Jimin sat up straighter on her lap, hiking her skirt up as she spoke, her voice dipping lower. "You get all soft and sweet, acting like I'm fragile just because I let you." Her hands slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. "But I'm not."
Minjeong sat there, dumbstruck.
The panties slid down her thighs and past her knees. Jimin tossed the panties somewhere behind the chair without even looking . Then she sat back down. Now bare, wet against Minjeong's lap, pressing heat directly over the ache in her sweatpants. She leaned back slowly until her spine touched the edge of the desk.
The screen still glowed uselessly behind her—Minjeong's character frozen in spawn, standing there like a dumb fucking target dummy.
But Minjeong didn't give a single fuck about the gane anymore.
Her focus was locked on Jimin.
Jimin, leanef back with her knees spread shamelessly wide, skirt bunched around her waist. Her pussy glistened under the room light—wet, swollen, dripping like she was begging to be fucked.
Every inch of her on display, slick and messy, just for Minjeong.
Minjeong's jaw dropped. Her cock twitched hard against her sweats.
"Look at me," Jimin whispered, tilting her head, voice sweet and firm all at once. "You ignored me for two hours."
Minjeong could barely speak. "Fuck..."
"This is what you missed."
Minjeong's breathing was wrecked. Her hands trembled where they hovered, instinctively trying to reach out. To touch, to grab, to feel that dripping heat between Jimin's thighs. But the moment her fingertips even twitched forward, Jimin snapped her eyes to hers.
"Don't."
Minjeong froze, hand in midair.
"You wanted to play your game, right?" Jimin said, voice low. "So go ahead. Play."
She leaned back further, arms supporting her on the edge of the desk, knees wide apart. Her pussy glistened under the desk light, folds soaked, flushed and needy.
Minjeong was practically trembling from the sight of it.
"But if you wanted to play that badly," Jimin whispered, her fingers trailing down her stomach, "then you don't get to touch me."
Minjeong swallowed hard, chest heaving. "Jimin—"
"No," she said again, cutting her off with a single look. "You ignored me. So now you watch."
Then her fingers slid between her thighs— teasing first, light strokes around her folds. She sighed as her fingers found her clit, rubbed slow, wet circles over it until her back arched slightly.
Minjeong let out a shaky breath, jaw tightening.
Jimin didn't stop. She dragged her fingers lower, slipped one inside so easily and gasped quietly as her own warmth welcomed her in.
"Ngh— f-fuck," she whispered, biting her lip. "So wet..."
Minjeong's hands gripped the arms of her chair like she was physically holding herself back. Her hips shifted under Jimin, cock straining painfully inside her sweats. The wet sounds alone were enough to drive her insane.
"Can you see it?" Jimin asked, voice shaking as she pumped her finger in slowly. "See how... mngh... easy my fingers slide in?"
She slid another one in, disappearing with no resistance. Her walls clenched visibly around her own hand. She gasped, back arching.
Minjeong watched Jimin's walls flutter around her fingers as they disappeared in one slow, wet thrust.
"I waited... ah—for you, Minjeong," she gasped softly. "I waited and waited, and now I'm this soaked."
Minjeong whimpered. Her whole body tense, hands digging into the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white.
"But you wanted to keep playing." Jimin's laugh was breathless, bitter. "So now you don't get to help."
She started fucking herself slowly, two fingers deep, thrusting at a steady rhythm. Her hips rocked against her own hand, every motion calculated to show Minjeong exactly what she was missing. Wet noises filled the space between them. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal.
Minjeong bit her lip so hard she almost bled, eyes glued to her.
"Feels so— ngh… fucking good," Jimin whispered, moaning softly as her fingers worked deeper. "But not... mnghh—as good as you."
Her back arched again, her body straining. "You'd feel so much better. Your big cock would— f-fuck… stretch me open just right."
Minjeong made a sound so desperate, needy and almost broken.
Jimin's eyes flicked to her again, smirking faintly through her moans. "Too bad you're not allowed to touch."
Her pace stayed steady, two fingers thrusting slow and deep into herself, soaking wet, the obscene sound of it echoing in the space between them. She kept her legs spread wide, skirt hiked around her hips and head tilted slightly as she watched Minjeong fall apart in front of her.
Minjeong looked like she was actively losing a fight with her own body.
Her hands were still gripping the arms of the chair like they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her cock strained hard against her sweatpants, twitching every single time Jimin moaned on purpose. She wasn't even pretending to look away anymore. Her eyes were glued to Jimin's fingers disappearing inside herself, again and again, like she physically couldn't stop watching.
Jimin noticed. She watched Minjeong right back.
The flushed face and the way Minjeong's jaw trembled like she was trying not to whine. Her thighs pressed tight together like she was holding back the urge to thrust up.
Fuck, she looked so fucking pathetic. Jimin smirked.
She rolled her hips again, pushing her fingers deeper just to watch Minjeong twitch. She let out a soft moan on purpose, because she was cruel like that, then dragged her other hand up her chest, fingers teasing at her own nipple while she moved her hips.
Minjeong sucked in a shaky breath that sounded suspiciously close to a sob.
Then Jimin pulled her fingers out. Wet, shining and dripping with her pussy slick. She leaned forward and held them right in front of Minjeong's mouth.
Minjeong stared at the fingers.
"Open," Jimin said, commanding.
Minjeong's eyes flicked to hers. Doe and breathless. Then she obeyed.
Her lips parted, tongue slipping out instinctively, and Jimin slid her soaked fingers into her mouth. The reaction was immediate. Minjeong groaned as soon as they touched her tongue, eyes fluttering shut like she'd been starving for this exact thing. She sucked without thinking, lips sealing tight, cleaning Jimin's fingers while her hips jerked helplessly beneath her.
Jimin watched her. Eyes narrowing and jaw tight.
"You want to feel me that bad?" she whispered. "You want my pussy around your cock?"
Minjeong nodded frantically, a broken little whimper caught around Jimin's fingers.
Jimin pulled her fingers free again, slick and glistening.
"Beg."
The word hit Minjeong like a switch. Her voice came out so soft, so fucking broken. "Please, please, please…" she whispered. "Please, baby, I need it. I'll do anything. I just...I need to feel you, please..."
Her breath hitched. "You're so wet, I can't take it anymore. Please let me have you."
Jimin's expression shifted, darker now.
"You're gonna be good?" she asked, leaning forward. "Gonna let me use you how I want?"
Minjeong nodded immediately. "Yes, yes, yes, please. I'll do whatever you want."
Jimin let the silence stretch, just long enough to make her squirm. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she lifted herself off Minjeong’s lap, letting her body linger in the air for a heartbeat. Her hands slid down, fingers grazing the edge of her skirt, and with a quick tug, she peeled it off and tossed it carelessly to the side.
Minjeong’s eyes followed every motion, heart hammering. The faint light caught the smooth skin of Jimin’s bare thighs and the smooth arch of her hips. She was completely naked now, every inch of her on display, and Minjeong could hardly look away.
Jimin sit back down, pressing herself into Minjeong’s lap once more. She leaned back slightly, giving Minjeong a full view of her body, and a slow wicked smile curved her lips.
"Pull your cock out," she said, voice low and commanding.
Minjeong didn't even hesitate. Her hands flew to her waistband, tugging her sweats and boxers down just enough to free herself. Her cock sprang out, flushed and painfully hard, the tip already slick with precum. She let out a shaky breath as the pressure finally eased, hips twitching on instinct.
Jimin looked down at it... and grinned.
So hard, so red, twitching like it had been aching for her all along.
"You're leaking," she murmured. "All this from watching me touch myself?"
Minjeong nodded, throat too tight to manage words.
Jimin shifted closer, bare and ready now, hovering just above her.
"Good," she said softly. "Now sit still, baby."
And she began to position herself.
Jimin didn't take her eyes off Minjeong as she reached between them and guided her in—her slick, soaked folds brushing against the flushed, twitching head of Minjeong's cock. Minjeong let out a shattered breath, thighs trembling as the heat of Jimin's pussy barely kissed her tip.
Slowly... inch by inch.
Minjeong's jaw fell open, head tilting back against the chair as the tight, wet heat swallowed her deeper and deeper. Her hands gripped the armrests again, knuckles going white, eyes rolling back the second the first inch slid in.
"F–fuck," she gasped. "Nghh— oh my god... haaa… J-Jimin—"
Jimin groaned above her, controlled but shaking, taking her slowly like she was memorizing the stretch of it. Her brows knit together, lips parting on a helpless moan.
"You're so— fuck," she hissed, voice shaky for the first time. "You're so big—mnghh..."
That nearly ended Minjeong on the spot.
Jimin kept lowering herself, her pussy dragged tight around every inch, glistening wet as she eased herself down, hands gripping the desk behind her for balance as she sank deeper. Minjeong's cock was thick and flushed, veins pulsing, tip leaking, completely devoured inch by inch until Jimin was finally seated all the way down in her lap.
Minjeong couldn't speak—hell, she could barely even breathe.
"Feels so good," Jimin whispered, almost in awe. "So hard... you're stretching me open so much."
She rolled her hips once, slow and deep, and Minjeong whimpered.
Then Jimin leaned back. Her spine arched gently as her back met the edge of the desk again, legs spreading open as wide as they could go. The monitor still glowed behind her, casting light across her bare chest, her flushed skin, and everything between them.
Minjeong looked down and she completely lost it. Because she could see everything.
Everything.
Jimin's pussy, slick and red, stretched around her cock. The way her folds clung to her with every tiny shift. The sheen of wetness glistening down her thighs. Her cock pulsing inside her, so hard it looked painful, twitching every time Jimin clenched even a little.
It was filthy and completely obscene.
"Look at us," Jimin whispered. "Look how deep you are."
Minjeong groaned, wrecked and breathless. "Haaa… oh god—"
"I can feel you everywhere," Jimin said softly, barely moving now, just grinding enough to drive her. "So full... so fucking full."
Their bodies were slick with sweat, the air thick with heat and the sound of both of them breathing like they were starved.
And Jimin still hadn't even started moving fast yet.
She was just sitting there with buried to the hilt, her pussy stretched tight and wet, putting on the dirtiest show Minjeong had ever seen in her life.
She shifted slightly on Minjeong's lap, her breath hitching as the thick length inside her moved with her. The wet, slick sound of it made Minjeong groan softly. Her cock pulsed again, buried so deep in Jimin's pussy she felt like she was going to lose it just from staying still.
Jimin leaned forward a little, one palm bracing on the desk behind her, the other reaching up to cup Minjeong's jaw.
"Move forward," she whispered, voice low and firm. "Just your hips. Slowly."
Minjeong blinked up at her, dazed and wrecked but nodded without a word. She shifted her weight slightly in the chair, lifting her hips forward, trying to push in even deeper. Her cock dragged against Jimin's soaked walls with every inch and her whole body trembled.
Her hands twitched, moving instinctively toward Jimin's waist. Needing to hold, to feel, to grab onto something before she lost her mind.
Jimin's eyes snapped down, and so did her voice. "Did I tell you to touch me?"
Minjeong froze instantly.
"I-I wasn't—I just thought—"
"You thought wrong," Jimin cut her off sharply, hot and commanding. "Did I tell you to do anything besides move?"
"N-no," Minjeong whispered, shaking her head.
Jimin's eyes narrowed. "Then don't do anything else."
Minjeong's hands retreated back to the armrests like she'd been scolded. Her fingers clenched hard, jaw tight as her hips kept moving forward in slow and controlled thrusts just like she was told. Her cock dragged in and out of Jimin's soaked pussy inch by inch, and it was torture.
Jimin bit her lip as she felt every pulse of her inside.
She leaned back again against the desk and spreading her legs wider, putting everything on display once more. The view was even filthier now with Minjeong's thick cock dragging out of her pussy, dripping with slick, her folds clinging around every inch as she pulled back and pushed in again, slow and deep.
"That's it," Jimin breathed, watching her carefully. "Just like that."
Minjeong was falling apart.
Sweat trickled down her neck, thighs shaking, eyes glassy. Every slow, controlled thrust made her cock twitch violently. Her body screamed to move faster, to grab Jimin, to bury herself fully inside her—but she didn't.
She couldn't. Because Jimin hadn't allowed it.
And Minjeong wanted to be good.
So her hips kept moving anyway. Slow, careful thrusts.
In and out. Over and over.
Her cock slid through Jimin's soaking heat, dragging along her tight, slick walls with every slow, deliberate motion. She was so deep inside her it almost hurt, but she didn’t dare move faster. She didn’t dare grab her. Her hands stayed clenched around the arms of the chair, knuckles white, body trembling with restraint.
She was trying so hard to be good.
For Jimin.
Just like she'd been told.
Jimin took every slow thrust with practiced grace, savoring the way Minjeong’s body clenched around her, how she pulsed insistently, how every shaky breath came out ragged and loud enough for Jimin to hear it in a quiet room. She could see the effort in every little movement, how Minjeong’s hands stayed obediently on the chair, how her thighs trembled under the pressure, how she fought so hard just to not reach for her.
But it wasn’t the effort that made Jimin pause. It was her face.
Minjeong looked fucking wrecked.
Her skin was flushed all the way down her chest, sweat clinging to her temples, lips parted and trembling like she didn't trust herself to speak. Her eyes were locked on Jimin, barely blinking, tracking every movement, watching her own cock disappear inside Jimin's pussy over and over again.
And still, she didn't touch. Didn't even try. She just…obeyed.
It was obvious how much it was costing her. Her jaw was clenched like she was holding something back, a moan, a beg, maybe her entire sanity. Her bottom lip wobbled slightly, and she looked like behaving physically hurt.
Jimin loved it.
A slow, dirty smirk curled across her face. "Look at you... so pathetic," she murmured, voice low and warm, "trying so hard to be good."
Minjeong's hips stuttered. Her eyes flicked up, unfocused, breath catching like she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.
"You wanna touch me so bad, don't you?"
Minjeong nodded, weak and honest, cock twitching deep inside her. "Y-yeah..."
Jimin dragged her hand slowly down her own stomach, letting her fingers brush along the her skin. Her palm pressed gently against the bulge that had formed there—Minjeong’s cock, hidden inside her, so impossibly deep and hard. Heat flared through Jimin, a hungry ache settling low in her belly.
She felt so horny, so fucking needy just knowing it was there, buried in her like that.
"But you didn't," Jimim whispered, her hand lingering over the shape pressing from within. "You followed my rules. You just kept fucking me like I told you to."
Minjeong let out a soft whimper. "Nghh..."
"You really wanna be my good girl that bad?"
Minjeong’s thighs trembled harder.
"Mm... you're so hard," Jimin teased, clenching gently around her. "So deep inside me... and still listening so well."
Minjeong let out a soft gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
"You know what's hot?" Jimim continued, voice curling against her skin like smoke. "Watching you fall apart like this. All red and sweaty and desperate. Not even touching me, but still so close to breaking."
She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding just enough to make the point.
Minjeong let out a ruined moan and almost tipped forward before catching herself at the last second.
"You wanna cum already, don't you?"
The question alone almost did her in. Minjeong tried to be dignified about it. She failed immediately though.
"Y-yeah," she choked, voice wrecked. "Please..."
Jimin smiled, sweet and cruel all at once.
"Not yet."
She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, grinding in a tight circle while Minjeong's cock stayed buried inside her. There was nothing subtle about it now. Wet, obscene heat clenched around her, and Minjeong's entire body reacted like it had been struck by lightning.
Minjeong made this broken, choked sound and dropped her head forward, jaw clenching so hard it actually hurt.
Jimin leaned in close, one hand sliding into Minjeong's damp hair. She tugged gently, not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her look up. Just enough to make sure Minjeong was looking at her.
"You're being such a good girl," she whispered, voice dripping with heat.
Minjeong whimpered. God, she loved when Jimin called her that.
Even like this, flushed and shaking, sweat clinging to her skin, cock pulsing helplessly inside Jimin's soaked pussy while she wasn't allowed to move, those words still hit her right in the chest. Made her heart stutter. Made her breath catch like she was about to cry.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Her thighs jerked, and she bit her lip hard enough to leave a mark.
"I told you not to... mnghh— touch," Jimin said, grinding again, her voice purring. "And you didn't..."
Minjeong let out another broken whimper, fingers digging harder into the arms of the chair
"You just sat here and took it," Jimin continued, almost fond. "Cock so hard you're shaking. Face all flushed like you're about to cry."
Minjeong nearly did.
Jimin leaned closer, mouth brushing her cheek, her words a whisper now. "...and you still listened to me."
Minjeong nodded quickly, desperate, breath trembling. "I-I am... I swear, I—"
"You're being so good," Jimin murmured, honey-sweet and filthy at the same time. "So obedient... my good girl."
Minjeong moaned out loud a raw, desperate sound and her hips bucked up just once before she slammed herself still again, holding back with everything she had.
Because god, she wanted to fuck Jimin so bad.
Wanted to bend her over the desk, rip her clothes off, fuck her hard enough to make it creak. Wanted to grab her waist, slam into her until she screamed her name.
Wanted to make her feel everything.
But she didn't. Because Jimin hadn't told her she could.
And Jimin was still sitting pretty on her cock, in full control, watching her fall apart with that smug, gorgeous smile.
So Minjeong stayed right where she was. Obedient, desperate and absolutely wreacked.
Still aching, painfully, for more praise.
Jimin looked down at her.
Minjeong was flushed, trembling, eyes wide, lips parted like she was caught between begging and breaking. Her cock twitched inside Jimin with every breath. Her body and shirt was soaked with sweat, but she hadn't moved, hadn't touched and hadn't disobeyed once.
Something in Jimin melted.
Maybe it was the way Minjeong's eyes pleaded without saying a word. Maybe it was the quiet whimper that escaped her throat every time Jimin clenched around her. Maybe it was the fact that despite everything—heat, aching need and overstimulation, Minjeong still stayed obedient.
"You're really being so good," Jimin whispered.
Then she leaned back slightly, thighs still spread around Minjeong's lap, pussy stretched and stuffed so deep it was pulsing around Minjeong’s cock.
"Touch me," she breathed.
Minjeong's eyes shot up. "W-what?"
"Touch me," Jimin repeated, firmer this time. "Fuck me."
Her chest rose and fell and lips parted. Minjeong could feel the heat radiating off her, her cock twitching with every shallow gasp Jimin let out. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, burning with need, and that look... so raw, so demanding and so hungry... made Minjeong's own arousal spike high.
"On your desk."
Minjeong didn't even waste a second.
Her hands flew to Jimin's hips, gripping her tight for the first time all night and with one strong motion, she pushed herself up from the chair—lifting Jimin slightly and laid her down across the desk without ever slipping out.
The gaming keyboard clattered, the mouse slid to the side, the monitor flickered with the game still on but none of it mattered.
Because Minjeong was finally inside her properly.
Jimin gasped the second her full back hit the desk. Minjeong was fully pressed against her now, their bodies flush, her cock buried even deeper than before. So deep, it punched the air out of her lungs.
"F-fuck— hnggh! M-Minjeong—"
Minjeong didn't thrust. She just pressed in, close, tught and slow. Her hips rolled forward in a deep, grinding push that forced her cock in until there was no space left between them. Her hands slid under Jimin's thighs, holding her open, face buried in the curve of Jimin's neck.
"Haaaa... god," Minjeong whispered, voice shaky. "You feel so... nghh... good... so fucking good."
Jimin was a mess already. Her breath was broken, legs trembling, voice breathless.
"Y-you're so deep," she stammered, face burning. "M-Minjeong, f-fuck.... ah— y-you're too—"
"You'll be okay," Minjeong murmured against her skin, kissing up her neck, her grip tightening just slightly on her thighs. "I promise."
Another slow push. Another deep press.
Jimin gasped, head tilted back, mouth open, her entire body arching up against Minjeong's chest. She felt everything. Every inch, every twitch, every deep grind sent her further over the edge than anything else ever had.
Minjeong kissed her jaw, soft and breathless.
"I've got you," she murmured, and Jimin whimpered immediately, like she'd been holding back everything for too long.
"I'll make it good," Minjeong whispered again. "Let me take care of you."
And with that, she finally started to move.
Slow, dragging thrusts that buried her cock deeper than before, stretching Jimin perfectly. Long, smooth pushes that filled her up completely, pulling back just enough to make her clench, then sliding all the way back in.
Every time Minjeong bottomed out, Jimin gasped, voice high and desperate, like she couldn't breathe and didn't want to.
"Ah— mnghh... Minjeong—" she moaned, gripping at anything she could reach. Her fingers clawed at Minjeong's arms, the edge of the desk, even her own thighs, trembling with every thick thrust.
Minjeong kissed her cheek, her jaw, her lips, trying to reach every inch she could while still moving inside her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, voice hoarse with guilt and need.
Another thrust, slow and deep. Her cock grinding against the very deepest part of Jimin.
"I'm so sorry, baby."
Jimin whimpered again, legs trembling, spreading wider with every push. Her pussy felt stuffed, stretched, and alive with every movement. She could feel herself squelching, every slow grind, every deep push making her lose track of space and time.
"Y-you said you'd be done in thirty minutes," Jimin sobbed, voice cracking, wet and needy.
"I know, I know..." Minjeong kissed her harder, her hips still rocking slowly, pushing deep. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you, baby."
"You ignored me for two hours," Jimin cried, her voice breathy and slurred with pleasure. "I-I was so wet, so needy, and you just— ah, fuck— just kept playing your stupid… nghh—game."
"I'm sorry," Minjeong whispered again, fucking her deeper. "I didn't mean to. I lost track. I'm so sorry."
Jimin moaned again, high and messy, her legs wrapping around Minjeong's waist.
"If you ever do that... mngh— again," she gasped, voice shaking, "I-I'll never forgive you!"
Minjeong nodded desperately, burying her face in Jimin's neck, fucking her through the words. Every thrust was full of apology, full of need.
"I won't, I swear... haaa— never again. I'm here. I'm right here," she whispered, pushing deep again, lips brushing Jimin's skin.
Another thrust.
Another breathless kiss.
And another deep, slow push of her cock into Jimin's soaking pussy, until their hips met and Jimin choked out a cry.
"You feel so good," Minjeong whispered, eyes shut, voice wrecked. "You're so warm, so tight, baby... I'm so sorry I made you wait."
Jimin could barely form words now.
Only whimpers and tiny broken sounds escaped her lips, her body trembling from how completely Minjeong filled her.
"I should've stopped everything for you," Minjeong murmured again, cock sliding deep once more. "Because nothing... god—nothing feels better than this."
Jimin's breath hitched, sharp and ragged.
She clung to Minjeong like a lifeline—arms tight around her shoulders, legs locking around her waist, pulling her closer like she could disappear into her and never come up for air.
Minjeong could felt it. The way Jimin’s body was pulling her in, desperate, needing more than slow apologies and careful pushes.
She needed to be fucked.
Minjeong lifted her head just slightly, eyes meeting Jimin's.
Her face was wild. Flushed, slick with sweat, lashes clumped together from tears she wasn't trying to hide, lips trembling from pleasure she could barely keep under control. And her voice... that voice, when it came, soft and broken but firm.
"H-harder,"
Minjeong blinked, momentarily stunned. "W-what?"
"Harder," Jimin whispered again, biting her lip. "I want it harder. I want you to fuck me harder."
That was the cue. Minjeong’s hips drew back just enough, her cock sliding halfway out of Jimin's soaked, stretched pussy before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap.
Jimin let out a moan so loud her own voice cracked. "Ah— mnghh!"
Minjeong did it again.
Harder.
Again.
And again.
The desk creaked, the room smelled of sweat and sex and desperation.
Jimin's whole body jolted with every thrust, arching, trembling and practically melting under her. Minjeong's hands found her ass, lifting and angling her, fucking her in exactly the way she needed. Every slam hit harder, deeper, and Jimin was greedy for it. Crying, gasping and clutching at Minjeong's shirt like she might die if she let go.
Minjeong still whispering how sorry she was, how good Jimin felt, how much she loved her. But her rhythm now was full—deep, sensual pounding that made Jimin arch and cry out.
"F-fuck, fuck, fuck— god... ahh—" she sobbed, voice high, needy, completely lost.
Minjeong groaned into her ear. "Mnghh… you take me so well..."
Thrust.
"You feel so fucking perfect—"
Thrust.
Her cock slid in and out with wet, filthy sounds, Jimin's pussy sucking her in greedily every time. Slick was dripping down the backs of Minjeong's thighs, coating the desk, pooling where their bodies met. Her balls slapped hard with every push.
Jimin was a mess beneath her, gasping, clawing at her back, trying to kiss her while sobbing like a goddamn mess of need.
"If you ever ignore me again—" she cried through a moan, "—I swear I-I'll... mngh—fuck, fuck—"
Minjeong pounded harder, forehead pressed to hers, lips brushing between groans and desperate, breathy whispers.
"I won't," she swore, voice breaking. "I swear to god I won't. I'll give you everything— haaa... every time... ngh— I promise..."
Jimin moaned again, louder than before. And Minjeong kept going.
Hard, full-bodied and deep merciless thrusts.
Each one pulling her closer to destruction. Everything she had, everything she needed, skin on skin, bodies colliding, fucking her like she was made to take it, over and over, until the world outside the room might as well not exist.
Minjeong could feel it.
The way Jimin's pussy clenched around her cock, tighter with every thrust. The way her moans hit higher notes, broken up into little hiccuped gasps, like someone had stolen her ability to breathe properly. Her whole body was trembling now, legs wrapped tight around Minjeong's waist, hands clawing at her shirt, back arching off the desk every time Minjeong pushed in deep enough to make her see stars.
"J-Jimin," Minjeong whispered, breath hot and ragged. "You're close."
Jimin didn't answer. She couldn't if she wanted to.
Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, little cries spilling out of her like she didn't even know she could make those sounds. Her walls clenched around Minjeong's cock wetter than ever, dripping down her thighs, sticky and warm, clinging to her like she never wanted to let go.
Minjeong kissed her cheek, her jaw, her lips. Slow, grounding, claiming. "Cum for me," she whispered.
Jimin let out a sob, the kind that's both weak and feral.
Minjeong drove deeper, slower this time, circling her hips—fucking her right into it, coaxing her over the edge.
"Cum, baby," Minjeong begged. "You're doing so good... so fucking good for me. J-just let go."
Jimin's thighs started shaking uncontrollably.
"I-I— oh god... f-fuck, Minjeong—" her voice cracked, raw and broken.
Her whole body seized, back arching impossibly, and then she came with a cry so loud, so ruined. Her pussy clenched violently, gripping Minjeong's cock like a lifeline, wet and desperate, clinging to her as the orgasm tore through her. Arms latched onto Minjeong's shoulders, legs shaking, breath shattered.
Minjeong held her the whole time.
Kept fucking her through every wave. Not fast, not rough, just deep and grounding thrusts that helped ride it out, helped Jimin feel everything.
"There you go," she whispered, kissing her forehead. "That's it, baby. That's it."
Jimin whimpered helplessly beneath her.
"I've got you."
Minjeong kept moving, slow now, patient, steady. Her cock was still deep inside Jimin, still pulsing, still impossible to ignore. Jimin was a total mess beneath her—shaking, slick with sweat, skin flushed, lips parted with the softest, broken little whimpers she could make without collapsing completely.
Minjeong leaned down and kissed her. Softly this time, like she apologizing for making her sad.
"You did so well," she whispered. "So fucking good."
Jimin closed her eyes, clinging to her, letting the words and the feeling wash over her.
She wanted more. Always more.
Minjeong started to ease back, giving Jimin just a little room to breathe but the second she moved, Jimin's legs shot up, locking tight around her waist.
"D-don't you dare," Jimin gasped, voice still shaking. "Don't you... ngh— fucking pull out."
Minjeong froze, caught mid-motion. "B-but..."
"You're not done," Jimin snapped, even as her voice trembled. "You're still hard."
Her hips rolled up weakly, just enough to feel Minjeong's cock pulse inside her again. The friction, the stretch, the heat... fuck, she couldn't get enough.
"You're gonna cum," she said, dragging her hands down Minjeong's back. "And you're gonna cum inside me."
Minjeong whimpered, loud and ragged, arms shaking from holding herself up.
"J-Jimin…"
"I don't care," Jimin whispered, wrapping her arms tight around Minjeong's neck. "I want it. I want your cum inside me."
She clenched around Minjeong again, slow and greedy, letting her feel it, her pussy tightening with every pulse of her cock.
"Give it to me," she demanded.
That was all it took fir Minjeong to lost control.
Her rhythm faltered, then snapped into something more animal, more instinctive. She moved harder, faster, each thrust rough. Her cock swollen and slick with Jimin's wetness. Jimin moaned, arms tightening, hips rolling to meet her. She felt every pulse, every twitch, every desperate gasp as Minjeong chased release.
"I'm— haaaa.... f-fuck, I'm gonna—nghh..." Minjeong gasped, face buried in her neck, voice shaking.
Jimin tightened around her. "Do it," she urged, panting herself. "Cum inside. Fill me up."
Minjeong couldn't hold back.
With a final slam of her hips, she came hard, cock buried deep to the base, spilling inside Jimin's pussy in thick, pulsing waves. Her moan tore out, rough and desperate, filling the quiet room as Jimin clung to her, wet and trembling, letting every drop coat her.
Jimin held her close, brushing lips over her ear, over her jaw, whispering broken praise.
"That's it," she murmured, almost drunk on the feeling. "Fill me up... shit, Minjeong…"
Minjeong couldn't speak. Couldn't move properly. She just stayed there, buried deep, panting hard, arms wrapped around Jimin like she'd never let go.
Jimin didn't let go either. Because she liked it. Liked it a lot when Minjeong came inside her.
Minjeong was still inside her. Still buried to the hilt. Still twitching.
Her breaths were ragged, desperate, face pressed against Jimin's neck, arms trembling, skin flushed and sticky. But her cock didn't soften. Not one little bit. It pulsed violently inside Jimin's soaked, fucked-out pussy, still thick, still insistent.
Jimin could feel every pulse. Every twitch and every maddening throb.
She blinked up at the ceiling, dazed for a moment, and then slowly looked down at where they were still connected. Minjeong hadn't moved, hadn't even tried to pull away. Jimin tightened her legs around Minjeong's waist, and when Minjeong let out a sudden, broken groan, she smirked.
"...You're still hard?"
Minjeong gave a shaky nod, breath catching against Jimin's skin. "I-I don't know why... I just... I still need—"
"You already came."
"I-I know," Minjeong gasped, voice wrecked. "But I'm still... god, I need it again."
Jimin tilted her head, grinning cockily even through her own post-orgasm haze.
"God, you're so fucking pathetic and needy," she whispered. "Look at you, still throbbing inside me like I didn't just let you cum."
Minjeong groaned, hips rolling once without meaning to, pushing her cock deeper into Jimin's slick heat. It was messy, sticky, hot, and wet in a way that made Jimin's body hum. She almost came again just feeling it.
"I can't help it," Minjeong said, voice strained. "You feel so good, baby. I can't... I need more."
Jimin exhaled shakily, sensitivity flaring again, and a wicked little thought ran through her head.
She's not done, is she? Good. Neither am I.
"You're gonna fuck me again?" she murmured, teasing. "Even after I milked you dry?"
Minjeong whimpered, nodding, face still buried in Jimin's neck.
"Y-yeah, I'll be gentle," she whispered, voice trembling. "I just... I need you. Please, please—let me..."
Jimin slid her fingers through Minjeong's sweat-soaked hair, tugging her head back just enough to look at her pleading, desperate face.
"So desperate," she murmured, not even trying to hide her satisfaction. "God, you're so pathetic for me."
Minjeong shuddered, biting her lip, eyes half-lidded.
"I am," she breathed. "I am pathetic. I'm yours. Let me do it again, please? Let me fuck you, please? I'll make it slow, I swear."
And before Jimin could even respond, Minjeong started moving again.
Slow and deep.
Careful in the way that only came from being overstimulated and desperate at the same time. Minjeong sank her cock back in like she couldn't help herself, like her body knew exactly where it wanted to be and refused to listen to reason.
She didn't slam into her this time. Every nerve in her body was fried, her cock painfully hard inside Jimin's slick, cum-filled pussy. The only thing she could manage was rocking into her, slow and filthy, chasing the feeling like it might save her life.
Jimin moaned immediately, the sound softer this time, dazed and almost whiny. Her walls still fluttered with every motion, clenching down on Minjeong's cock like she wasn't done either, like her body already knew Minjeong needed more.
"You're hard," Jimin whispered, half a whimper, her thighs twitching around Minjeong's hips. "Hard... mngh... inside me. God..."
Minjeong grunted through her teeth.
"I told you," she gasped, voice breathless. "I can't stop. I need it again... fuck, you feel too good."
She leaned down, kissing Jimin's mouth. Messy open kisses between thrusts. Her cock dragged out so slow, the ridged underside thick with leftover cum, then pushed right back in, burying deep in Jimin's body again with a wet sound that made them both gasp.
Jimin clung to her like she might float away otherwise. Her nails dragged down Minjeong's shirt, mouth open against hers, breathing her in.
"You're still leaking," she whispered, voice broken. "Still dripping inside me..."
Minjeong let out a low and desperate sound, hips jerking forward harder.
"Nghhh— I want to cum in you again," she groaned, voice cracking. "Wanna feel it... mngh—your pussy, all messy and warm around me… god—haaaa... again."
Jimin's fingers gripped her tighter, eyes fluttering shut as her legs stayed wrapped around her waist.
"You're so greedy," she breathed.
"I am," Minjeong panted, rutting into her now. Still slow but heavy, full-bodied thrusts that dragged her cock right over Jimin's most sensitive spots. "I'm so fucking greedy for you. I can't stop— haaa... I don't want to stop—"
Her pace picked up, just a little. The desk shook beneath them again. Jimin's breath hitched every time her hips snapped forward, full and filthy and slow enough to make her feel every inch.
"K-keep going," Jimin whispered.
Minjeong moaned.
"P-please," Jimin added, barely audible now. "Cum again. Fill me again."
Minjeong nodded frantically, lips brushing her neck, her cock grinding inside Jimin's tight heat over and over.
"I will," she promised, voice a mess. "I will... mnghh... haaaa— let me... fuck, I'm so close—"
Thrusting.
Groaning.
Hands digging into Jimin's hips like she needed the leverage. Like she wanted to fuck her until she couldn't think, couldn't walk, until her cum was still dripping out of Jimin hours later.
Jimin just held her tight. Let her take it. Because Minjeong needed her and she wanted every drop.
Minjeong's body felt like it was on fire.
Her cock was swollen and oversensitive, soaked in slick and cum, sliding in and out of Jimin like it had forgotten how to stop. Every time Jimin clenched around her, her breath hitched hard, the sound tearing out of her before she could stop it.
"So good… so fucking good.... nghh— tight, warm, fuck... haaaa— I'm gonna—"
She buried her face against Jimin's shoulder. Her hands were shaking where they gripped Jimin's hips, fingers digging in like anchors. Her cock twitched violently with every thrust, dragging through heat and wetness, already right on the edge again.
"Jimin," she gasped. "I can't, I can't— f-fuck... I'm gonna cum again—"
Jimin was barely holding it together herself. Everything felt too sensitive, too full, but the sound of Minjeong like this had her drunk on it.
"Do it," she whispered. "Cum in me. Again."
That was it. Minjeong's hips slammed forward one last time, cock plunging as deep as it could go and then her whole body froze.
She cried out. A low, guttural sound tore from her throat as she came, full-body, violently, everything tensing all at once. Her cock jerked hard inside Jimin, thick spurts of cum shooting deep, filling her already messy pussy with more.
More heat.
More weight.
More of her.
Minjeong whimpered through it, her forehead pressing into Jimin's as her release poured out in pulses. Her body twitching, cock swelling with each wave. She was still buried all the way in, twitching against Jimin's cervix as she emptied herself completely.
"Haaaa— f-fuck," she panted, eyes shut tight. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I made you wait, baby... you didn't deserve that. I-I'm so sorry..."
Jimin could barely breathe.
She was already full before but now it was too much. She could feel it spilling out of her—thick and hot, drooling out of her swollen pussy around Minjeong's cock and pooling on the desk beneath them. She twitched, her thighs shaking again at the overwhelming fullness.
"You're so dirty," she managed to whisper, smiling weakly against Minjeong's cheek. "Look what you did to me."
Minjeong whimpered. She was still panting and twitching. Shaking like her soul had been ripped out through her release.
"I'm yours," she muttered against Jimin's lips. "All of me."
Jimin pulled her closer, not letting her move, keeping her buried deep while they were both still shaking.
"I know," she whispered. "You better be."
They stayed like that for a while. Just panting, sticky, oversensitive and full in that dizzy, post-climax way where your body feels heavier than your thoughts.
Everything felt too much and not enough at the same time.
The air in the room was thick now. Damp with sweat and the unmistakable smell of sex that clung to the walls.
Jimin lay sprawled across Minjeong's desk, completely boneless. Her legs were still wrapped around Minjeong's waist, trembling faintly every time Minjeong breathed against her. Her pussy was swollen red, slick and dripping with both of Minjeong's loads, lips parted as she struggled to pull in steady breaths.
The light from the monitor flickered over her bare shoulder, highlighting every curve, every slick sheen of sweat and cum. It was quiet for a moment, almost peaceful, if you ignored the fact that they were both utterly fucked.
Neither of them moved.
Jimin's hands rested loosely around Minjeong's neck now, fingers lazily threading through sweat-damp hair. Minjeong hadn't pulled out. She stayed right there, cock still warm and twitching inside Jimin, like her body hadn't realized yet that it was allowed to stop.
Eventually, Jimin swallowed and spoke, voice hoarse and shaky.
"Hey…"
Minjeong stirred, eyes closed, lips brushing the side of Jimin's throat. "Mmh...?"
"...You're heavy."
Minjeong let out a breathless laugh, soft and tired. "Sorry."
She kissed Jimin's skin once more before pulling back reluctantly. Her cock slipped out with a wet pop, and Jimin whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
Minjeong cupped her thighs immediately, thumbs brushing the insides of her knees as she looked down. Jimin's pussy was red, swollen and dripping with cum leaking out in thick, messy streaks onto the desk.
"Fuck..." Minjeong whispered, cheeks flushing all over again. "We're a mess."
"You are," Jimin muttered, flopping back onto the desk, exhausted and sated. "You ruined me."
"I'll clean you up," Minjeong said automatically, already reaching for tissues on the shelf like this was muscle memory.
She leaned forward—
"KIM MINJEONG!"
Both of them froze.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"
Minjeong's soul left her body.
Oh, no… no way…
Jimin pushed herself up on her elbows, dazed, confused. Then her eyes landed on the headset sitting crookedly on the desk.
Still plugged in.
Still on...
Minjeong's mic had been ON the entire time...
"Oh no," Minjeong whispered, voice cracking. "No, no, no—" she scrambled for the mute button, but it was too late.
Aeri's voice exploded through the headset. "ARE YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING KIDDING ME?"
"WE HEARD EVERYTHING," Yizhuo shrieked. "WE HEARD HER MOANING. WE HEARD YOUR BALLS, MINJEONG. WE HEARD THE SOUND OF YOUR BALLS SLAPPING."
Jimin blinked slowly. Then she turned to look at Minjeong, who was frozen mid-crouch, halfway trying to hide under the desk in sheer horror.
"Your mic... was still on?" she asked, voice flat but amused.
"I-I forgot—" Minjeong whispered, voice cracking. "Oh my god..."
"WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING," Aeri yelled. "Then we realized you were just balls-deep in your girlfriend."
Yizhuo was fully losing it. "IT WAS LIKE LIVE AUDIO PORN. DO YOU KNOW HOW TRAUMATIZED I AM?"
Minjeong collapsed face-first onto the desk. "I'm going to delete myself from the internet."
Jimin, still spread out on the desk with cum leaking between her thighs, let out a soft snort... then covered her face with both hands as the laughter burst out of her, loud and uncontrollable.
She was mortified. Absolutely fucking humiliated. But god, she was never letting Minjeong live this down.
For a solid five seconds, the only sound in the room was Jimin laughing herself hoarse and the headset screaming in surround sound.
Minjeong still stayed face-down on the desk, arms limp, like if she refused to acknowledge reality it might just go away.
It did not, obviously.
"MINJEONG," Yizhuo barked. "ANSWER ME. ARE YOU STILL ALIVE OR DID YOU ACTUALLY ASCEND."
"I can hear breathing," Aeri added helpfully. "She's just... emotionally deceased."
Jimin finally managed to sit up properly, still giggling as she wiped at her eyes. She leaned forward and poked Minjeong's shoulder.
"Babe," she said, far too cheerful for the circumstances. "They wanna know if you're alive."
Minjeong let out the most haunted noise Jimin had ever heard.
"I'm changing my name," she mumbled into the desk. "I'm moving countries. I'm deleting Discord. I'm never touching a computer again."
"Oh, no," Yizhuo said immediately. "You don't get to run. You traumatized us."
Aeri sighed dramatically. "I logged on for one ranked game and now I have to live knowing the sounds of your balls slapping."
Jimin glanced at the headset, then back at Minjeong. "So," she said lightly, "how long exactly were they... listening?"
There was a pause.
"...From when you told her to pull her dick out," Yizhuo replied instead.
Another pause.
Minjeong let out a sound that might've been a sob.
Jimin pressed her lips together, fighting it, then lost entirely and burst out laughing again. "Oh my god," she wheezed. "This is so funny."
"I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE," Minjeong wailed.
"Look on the bright side," Aeri snorted. "At least now we know you weren't lying about your dick game."
"SHUT UP," Minjeong yelled, finally lifting her head, face blazing red. "ALL OF YOU SHUT UP."
Jimin reached over and squeezed her hand, still smiling like the cat who knocked over a glass and would absolutely do it again.
"Hey," she murmured, softer now. "Could've been worse."
Minjeong stared at her. "...How."
Jimin shrugged. "You could've been live streaming."
Dead silence.
Then both voices from the headset screamed at once. Minjeong slammed the power button on her computer so hard the monitor went black.
The room went quiet. She slid down onto the floor, staring into nothing.
"...I love you," Jimin said, very fondly.
"I hate everyone," Minjeong replied, eyes closed.
For a moment, nothing moved except the soft hum of the room. Minjeong stayed like that for a while, just sitting on the floor, feeling like the world had betrayed her… and also like maybe Jimin had, too.
Not that it mattered. Maybe… probably… ugh, she don’t know anymore.
The silence stretched, heavy but intimate, until finally, a faint laugh escaped Jimin, breaking the tension. She leaned back on her hands, flushed, fully satisfied, and let out a lazy sigh.
"So," she started, "you... gonna continue playing the game again after fucking me and ignoring me all day?"
Minjeong looked up at her, heat crawling up her neck almost instantly.
Fuck. Right. That.
Her brain was still stuck on the sheer horror of it—her friends voices crackling through the headset, the sudden deadly silence when she realized her mic had been on the whole time. The memory made her want to crawl out of her own skin. She’d been so busy panicking, so busy replaying the humiliation on loop, that she’d almost forgotten the much more important part of this situation.
Jimin was still angry at her.
Minjeong’s lips twitched nervously as she swallowed, guilt settling heavy in her chest.
“No,” she said immediately, shaking her head a little too fast, the words tumbling out with a mix of panic and sincerity. “I-I’m sorry for ignoring you, Jimin. I…I shouldn’t have.”
With that, she stood and grabbed tissues from the edge of the shelf and gently wiping Jimin's slick from her thighs and stomach. Her touch was so careful and Jimin couldn't tear her eyes away.
"I'm really, really sorry," Minjeong whispered, cheeks burning as she continued cleaning her. "I wasn't thinking about you at that time… only about the stupid game. I was stupid."
Jimin just sat there, watching her.
Every motion Minjeong made, the soft brushing of her thumbs over her skin, the shy little pauses… it was enough to make her pulse spike again, even now.
Then without warning, Jimin reached out, grabbed the collar of Minjeong's shirt and yanked her forward. Her lips slammed against Minjeong's in a hard, demanding kiss that left no room for excuses.
"If you ever ignore me for that stupid game again..." Jimin murmured against her lips, teeth nipping softly at Minjeong's lower lip, "...I will never forgive you."
Minjeong's hands stilled on the tissues but she didn't pull away. She swallowed and kissed back, murmuring, "I know. I'm sorry, baby," face burning hotter than ever.
Jimin pulled back just slightly, resting her forehead against Minjeong's. Her eyes were half-lidded, sulky, but there was something soft behind the pout.
"You better not," she said quietly. "I'm very serious. Very sulky. And very unforgiving."
Minjeong nodded quickly. "I promise. I won't."
Jimin's lip twitched in a half-smile and half-pout, and she leaned back just enough to make sure Minjeong could see it.
Sulky, yes but also entirely satisfied.
Minjeong's hands went back to Jimin's thighs, carefully finishing the mess she'd made of Jimin, her movements gentle. She kept sneaking glances up at Jimin the entire time. Jimin was sitting there with her lips pushed into a dramatic little pout that did absolutely nothing to hide how pleased she was.
God, she was cute when she sulked.
Minjeong knew, with absolute certainty, that no game in the world was worth losing this.
Jimin watched her clean, eyes half-lidded, a slow smirk spreading across her face like she was enjoying every second of Minjeong's attention. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, deliberately pushing them up, and let out a low, satisfied hum.
"Good girl," she purred, tilting her head just slightly. "But next time? Next time you use your mouth for what it's actually good for."
Her voice dropped into that husky register that always turned Minjeong's legs into useless jelly. Like her body heard it and immediately forgot how standing worked.
"You should've been licking every drop off me like the good girl you are," Jimin continued, shifting on the desk and spreading her legs wider without a hint of shame. "Instead of wasting those pretty lips on apologies."
The air felt thick, heavy with heat and unspoken promises.
Jimin dragged her fingers through the slick still shining on the desk, not even subtle about it, just watching Minjeong's throat bob as she swallowed.
"I bet you would've loved it too," she added, leaning forward until their faces were barely inches apart. "Getting on your knees for me while I watch you work."
Minjeong's face went crimson instantly.
Heat flooded her neck, her chest, everywhere all at once. Her breath turned shallow, uneven. Her eyes couldn't decide where to land, flicking between Jimin's knowing gaze and the sight of her girlfriend still open and glistening on the desk.
"I... I can do that," Minjeong whispered, her voice barely there. The thought alone made her shiver, despite how hot she already felt. "...if that's what you want."
She lowered herself slowly, like she needed the time to convince her legs to cooperate. Kneeling between Jimin's thighs felt absurdly intimate. Her hands trembled as she rested them on Jimin's thighs, warm skin under her palms grounding her just enough to keep her there.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," Minjeong murmured, looking up at Jimin with doe, pleading eyes. "Show me how you want me to please you with my mouth."
Jimin's smile turned wicked the second she saw it. That mix of need and hesitation in Minjeong's expression always got her.
"That's it," Jimin said softly. "Look at you."
She spread her legs wider, unashamed, her pussy still swollen and sensitive, glistening under the light.
"Look at how much you need this," she continued, fingers curling under Minjeong's chin and tilting her face up. "Look at how badly you want to taste me."
Her thumb stroked along Minjeong's jaw, slow and possessive. Then her hand shot up, gripping Minjeong's hair firmly and pushed her head down toward her slick, waiting pussy.
"Start with your tongue," Jimin commanded softly but insistently. "Lick me clean from bottom to top. Slowly. Show me how sorry you are for ignoring me."
Her hips tilted forward, offering herself without a hint of shame to Minjeong's eager mouth.
"And don't stop," she added, "until I tell you to."
Minjeong swallowed. Then she leaned in, her tongue brushing Jimin's inner thigh first, tentative and reverent. The taste hit her immediately, the mix of salty and heat, her own arousal and Jimin's.
A soft moan slipped out of Jimin's throat when Minjeong followed it with open-mouthed kisses, moving higher, unhurried, clearly enjoying the way goosebumps chased her lips up Jimin's skin.
Jimin let her head fall back, eyes squeezing shut. "That's it," she breathed, fingers tightening just slightly in Minjeong's hair. "Show me how much you missed me today."
Minjeong didn't hesitate after that. Her tongue finally reached its goal, tracing slow, deliberate paths around Jimin's entrance before flicking over her clit.
The sensation hit hard, sharp and overwhelming, Minjeong's own arousal mixing with Jimin's taste until it was dizzying.
"Fuck, yes," Jimin gasped, arching into it without thinking. "J-just like that. Eat my pussy like it belongs to you."
Her hips jerked sharply against Minjeong's face as the nerves lit up all at once. The cry that tore out of her was higher than usual, raw and desperate in a way she didn't bother trying to hide.
"G-god, Minjeong," she moaned, fingers tangling deep in her hair and pulling her closer. "Keep going... nghh— don't you dare s-stop."
She tried to brace herself on the desk, knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge, but it was a losing battle. Every flick and swirl of Minjeong's tongue sent waves of sensation crashing through her alreadysensitive body.
"Right t-there," Jimin demanded, breathless. "Ah—fuck, faster... hng—"
Minjeong felt the tremble in Jimin's thighs beneath her hands and instinctively glanced up, concern flickering across her face for a moment before Jimin's voice cut through.
"Don't look at me like that."
Minjeong paused for a split second, her lips still pressed against Jimin's clit. She mumbled something indistinct against her, the vibrations causing Jimin to gasp and tighten her grip in Minjeong's hair.
"What...what was that?" Jimin panted, her voice strained with pleasure. She tilted her head down to try and catch what Minjeong was saying.
Minjeong lifted her head just enough to speak, cheeks flushed red. "Are you okay? I don't want to hurt you."
A small, desperate whimper escaped Jimin's throat as Minjeong paused to check on her. The sound was vulnerable and needy, a stark contrast to her usual dominant demeanor.
"Hurt me?" she repeated, letting out a breathless laugh. "Baby, you're making me feel so fucking good."
She rolled her hips forward again, chasing the contact she couldn't get enough of. "Now get back to it before I actually lose my mind," Jimin hissed, voice low and ragged.
Her body moved on pure instinct.
Even with every nerve screaming from overstimulation, she couldn't resist chasing the pleasure spiraling inside her.
"P-please," she breathed, the word foreign and desperate on her tongue. "Please, I need you to keep going..."
Her hand slid back into Minjeong's hair, this time firm, fingers curling as she guided her right where she wanted her. A low, guttural moan tore from her chest as Minjeong's tongue returned, eager, relentless, perfectly obedient to the rhythm Jimin craved.
"That's my good girl," she praised breathlessly, guiding Minjeong's head with firm control. "Take me deeper. Feel how wet you make me."
Her hips rocked in rhythm with the motions she guided, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure jolting through her body.
"So talented with that mouth," Jimin cooed, her voice dropping into that dangerous purr that always made Minjeong melt. "You love tasting my pussy, don't you? Love knowing you're the only one who gets to eat me like this."
The praise came fast, rolling over Minjeong in waves, guiding her to brush, circle, and lap every spot just right.
"Mnghh.... so good."
Minjeong's whimpers became more frequent as Jimin's praise washed over her, the flush deepening across her collarbones and chest. Her knuckles were white where they gripped Jimin's thighs, completely surrendering control of her movements to her girlfriend's guiding hand.
"Look at you," Jimin breathed, tilting Minjeong's head just enough to meet her blissed out gaze. "So fucking pretty when you're worshipping me like this. Your whole body goes red for me."
The hand in Minjeong's hair tightened slightly, urging faster circles around her clit while Jimin's other hand came up to trace the line of Minjeong's jaw appreciatively.
"You're driving me absolutely insane," Jimin confessed, her voice trembling with approaching climax. "Feeling your mouth on me like this... knowing you love it as much as I do."
Minjeong's tongue didn't falter.
Every fold, every sensitive spot was traced, licked, sucked. She focused with the intensity of a gamer chasing a win, lips sealing around Jimin's swollen pussy, tongue flicking and circling just the way Jimin liked.
Jimin's moans grew louder and more urgent as Minjeong's technique became more confident under her guidance.
"Yes... oh fuck—just like that," she panted, hips bucking wildly against Minjeong's face. "Lick me clean… mmph—taste how much I wanted you all day."
The hand in Minjeong's hair guided her movements expertly, tilting her head to change the angle and maximize stimulation. Jimin's breath hitched as Minjeong sucked gently on her clit before releasing it to lap at the surrounding area.
"Shit, Minjeong... hng— you're so good at this," she groaned, thighs trembling uncontrollably.
And while Minjeong lost herself in Jimin, she felt herself reacting again, hard and insistent. Her cock, soft after their earlier session, stiffened with renewed urgency, pressing against the cool air of the room, hardening faster with each lick and suckle.
"Oh fuck," Minjeong murmured, breath shaking against Jimin's skin. The sound shot a fresh jolt of heat straight through Jimin's body. "I'm… I’m getting hard again."
Jimin's eyes fluttered open at the confession, and a wicked grin spread across her face. She drank in every detail—Minjeong's flushed cheeks, the desperate glint in her eyes, the little tremble running through her lips.
"Of course you are," she purred. "Watching me come undone does that to you every time."
Minjeong's words were muffled against Jimin, broken up by gasps and sloppy licks. "It's your fault. How am I supposed to not... mmph...get hard when you're... so damn hot like this?"
Her hand clenched tighter around Jimin's thigh, knuckles whitening as her cock pulsed insistently between her legs.
"You're just lying here looking perfect and I can't help myself," Minjeong complained weakly between kisses along Jimin's inner thighs. "My cock... it's so hard because of you."
Jimin let out a throaty laugh. "Is that right? So it's all my fault for being irresistible?"
She arched her back slightly, grinding down harder, deliberately, watching Minjeong's face contort with helpless desire.
"Well then maybe you should take care of yourself while you're taking care of me...."
Minjeong's eyes went wide at the command, still buried between Jimin's legs.
"Touch yourself while you eat me," Jimin continued, her tone sharp. "I want to watch you get yourself off while you're making me come."
Jimin guided her head with one hand, pressing her closer, demanding faster, more desperate licks.
"Come on, show me how much you want me," she whispered. "Get your hand on that hard cock and stroke it for me. Let me hear you moan while you taste me."
Minjeong whimpered, a mixture of frustration and obedience. Her free hand fumbled toward her cock. The first brush of her palm against the rigid length made her shiver violently.
"Ah— fuck," she groaned, the words caught between gasps.
Her hand closed around herself, warmth and hardness colliding with the slick, wet heat of Jimin's folds in her mouth. Her fingers pumped desperately, keeping pace with the frantic strokes of her tongue against Jimin. Precum leaked steadily, coating her palm.
Every stroke, every lick, pushed her closer to losing control completely.
Her breathing grew erratic, hot puffs of air mingling with the wet sounds of her mouth working on Jimin's pussy.
"Look at you…" Jimin panted above her, voice thick with lust. "Getting yourself so worked up just from eating me. You're such a needy pathetic for my pussy."
Minjeong's hips began moving instinctively, thrusting into her own hand while devouring Jimin hungrily.
The sound of wet kisses and sloppy strokes filled the room. Her eyes locked with Jimin's, brown orbs burning with raw need, reflecting the same desperation Jimin saw mirrored in herself.
She was lost. Absolutely, irreparably lost. And she loved it.
Minjeong's strokes became more aggressive, pumping faster, while her tongue attacked Jimin's clit with desperate urgency. The friction of her own hand only made every sensation hit harder. She was trapped in a perfect storm of taste and touch, pleasure smashing into her from all directions.
Jimin's moans grew louder, desperate and uneven, each one spurring Minjeong on. She could feel Jimin's inner muscles clenching, quivering against her tongue, and it made her tighten her grip, stroking harder.
A strangled whimper tore from her throat as the intensity overwhelmed her. Her body tensed, then her face dove harder into Jimin's slick folds, seeking distraction, seeking salvation, seeking everything at once.
"Haaa... f-fuck," she gasped. "It feels so good... nghhh— I'm g-gonna explode."
Her knuckles turned white where she gripped her own shaft, precum dripping freely onto the floor.
The combination of tasting Jimin's slick arousal while bringing herself to the brink was proving too much to handle.
Jimin's moans louder, higher, and more desperate.
"Yes, yes, yes— j-just like that," she cried, arching back sharply, letting herself fall into every delicious stroke and lick.
Minjeong's free hand abandoned her thigh entirely, fingers flying to Jimin’s clit. Her tongue continued its relentless assault, plunging deep inside Jimin while her fingers danced over the swollen clit, pinching, rolling, teasing.
Every flick and press sent shivers straight up Jimin's spine.
The dual assault sent Jimin spiraling into pure ecstasy, her back arching violently off the desk.
"M-Minjeong! Ahh— hnggg.... f-fuckkk— right there!"
Her voice cracked under the force of her impending orgasm. She felt her body losing control entirely.
Minjeong's own strokes became frantic as she chased her own release while bringing Jimin to the edge. Her breathing came in short, desperate pants against Jimin's skin as she felt the telltale tightening in her own groin, the warning flare that she wasn't far behind.
"C-come with me," Jimin pleaded desperately, hips bucking wildly against Minjeong's face and hand simultaneously.
Minjeong's hand moved with desperate precision, circling Jimin's clit while her tongue plunged deep inside her pussy.
The combination of mouth and fingers sent Jimin into convulsions, thighs squeezing Minjeong's head.
"Mnghh— ahhh! Fuck, fuck fuck… M-Minjeong!" Jimin screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.
Warm, sticky heat gushed into Minjeong's waiting mouth, and Minjeong drank it greedily, letting her own pleasure build as she rode Jimin's climax. Minjeong's strokes became frantic as she spilled into her own hand, thick streams of cum pulsing rhythmically against her palm.
The sight of Minjeong coming undone while still devotedly worshipping her pussy pushed Jimin past rational thought into sheer animalistic pleasure.
She slumped back against the desk, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her legs remained spread wide, feet dangling over the edge as she looked at Minjeong with heavy-lidded and hunger.
"Get up here," she ordered hoarsely, patting the space on her stomach between her spread thighs. "I want to watch you finish what you started."
Minjeong rose shakily to her feet, her knees wobbling slightly from the intensity of their shared climax. She positioned herself standing between Jimin's legs, the head of her still hard cock bobbing near Jimin's navel.
"You look so fucking hot like this," Jimin muttered, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view. "Stroke yourself for me. Let me see all that cum leave your cock."
Then her hand reached out, cupping Minjeong's balls gently, rolling them in her palm as encouragement.
"Mmm... I just came," Minjeong whispered, voice shaky. "Everything's so sensitive, I don't know if I can keep going."
Even as she said it, her cock twitched involuntarily at Jimin's gentle touch on her balls. The oversensitivity made every brush of fingers against her skin feel electric.
Jimin's lips curved into a knowing smirk as she watched Minjeong's body betray her words.
"Oh really? Because your cock looks like it has plenty left to give."
Her fingers traced teasing patterns along the underside of Minjeong's shaft, watching it jerk in response despite the protests.
"It's okay if you're too sensitive," Jimin said softly, though her eyes held a mischievous spark. "But I really want to see you come again all over me."
She shifted slightly, giving a perfect view of Minjeong's cock hovering just above her stomach.
The warmth of the air, the weight of her gaze, the way she just looked at her—it was enough to pull Minjeong back to full attention, cock straining and twitching as if it had a mind of its own.
"Just relax," Jimin murmured. "Let me watch you finish while I recover. It'll be so hot seeing you mark me with your cum."
Her hand drifted from Minjeong's balls to her hip, nudging her gently into position. The proximity made it impossible to look anywhere else. Jimin could study every twitch, every pulse of her cock, and Minjeong couldn't stop it.
Minjeong's breathing remained shallow and uneven as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her body. Her cock twitched against Jimin's stomach, the sensitivity making every slight movement feel like a lightning strike.
"I don't know if I can, Jimin," she whispered, voice trembling. "Everything feels so heightened. Just touching myself makes me want to die."
Yet even as she spoke, her hand hesitated over her own shaft, drawn by the magnetic pull of Jimin's expectant gaze.
The sight of herself poised above Jimin's smooth abdomen was almost too much to bear. And her resolve shattered at the sight of Jimin sprawled across the desk, breasts rising and falling with each breath, skin flushed pink from their shared climax.
The post-orgasmic haze in Jimin's eyes only fueled Minjeong's arousal further.
"God... shit," she breathed out, starting to pump herself again despite the lingering sensitivity.
Each stroke sent sparks shooting up her spine, her grip tightening around the hard length of her cock.
Jimin watched with a satisfied smirk, propping herself up higher to get a better view of Minjeong working herself back toward the edge.
"That's it baby," she purred encouragingly.
Her free hand drifted lazily between her own legs, finding Minjeong's balls again and cupping them gently in her palm. The contrast between the gentle handling and the rough stroking of Minjeong's cock sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her.
"God— nghh," Minjeong gasped, hips jerking at the sensation.
Her strokes grew faster, more erratic, driven by pure need rather than control. Precum glistened, leaving slick trails across Jimin's stomach.
"You like that, don't you?" Jimin teased, voice husky, fingers rolling her sensitive balls with precision. "Me playing with your balls while you stroke your cock for me."
Minjeong's whimper was soft but desperate, her entire body trembling as Jimin's words combined with the physical sensations overwhelming her.
"Y-yes," she managed to breathe out, the single word carrying all her need.
Her strokes grew messier, wild, driven more by instinct than any conscious thought. Precum dripped freely from the tip of her cock, leaving a slick trail across Jimin’s stomach that made her skin shine in the dim light.
"Such a needy girl for me," Jimin cooed, her fingers continuing their gentle torment of Minjeong's balls.
Minjeong let out a broken sound that was halfway between a whine and a gasp. Her eyes were glued to Jimin's hand, to the way her fingers moved so casually around her balls, like she wasn't completely ruining her. The sight burned itself straight into her brain. Her cock throbbed hard in response, aching, somehow even harder than it had been earlier.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Minjeong leaned down and kissed Jimin, rough and desperate. Her free hand slid up Jimin's body, cupping her breast and squeezing, thumb brushing over her nipple in a way that made Jimin gasp straight into her mouth.
"Ah—" Jimin gasped, arching into the touch.
Her fingers tightened reflexively around Minjeong's balls, not even on purpose, and Minjeong nearly lost it right there.
"Yes," she hissed against Minjeong's mouth, "Touch me. Fucking touch me everywhere."
Minjeong didn't need to be told twice.
She stroked herself faster, hips rocking as she kissed Jimin like she was starving, hands roaming with no plan beyond wanting more.
Everything felt urgent and messy.
Jimin sucked in a sharp breath when Minjeong's hand kneaded her breast again, fingers kneading just firmly enough to make her whole body jolt. It sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through her, her body still sensitive from before and clearly not done yet.
The kiss deepened instantly.
Minjeong's tongue slid against hers, claiming, needy, like she was trying to say everything she couldn't get out in words. Her other hand kept moving, faster now, slick sounds filling the room.
"Mmnh," Jimin moaned into her mouth, back arching as her nipple hardened against Minjeong's palm.
Everything was happening at once.
Minjeong's cock pulsed heavily against her stomach with each thrust of her hips, the slick precum making her strokes slide more easily across Jimin's skin. The dual sensory overload of kissing Minjeong while feeling her hand on her breast and her cock stroking against her abdomen pushed Jimin close to another orgasm.
The combination of it all made Jimin's head spin.
"K-keep doing that," she panted against her lips when they parted briefly for air.
Her legs wrapped around Minjeong’s waist without thinking, muscle memory kicking in. She dragged her closer, breath hitching as the pleasure kept building instead of fading.
"Fuck, Minjeong," she groaned, breathless. "You're gonna make me come again...."
Their lips crashed together again, messy and desperate.
Jimin’s hands tangled in Minjeong’s hair, fingers gripping tight as if she needed something solid to hold onto while everything else blurred. The kiss stopped being pretty almost immediately. Tongues clashed, teeth bumped, breaths turned uneven. It was all heat and need, their bodies moving together like they’d forgotten how to do anything else.
Jimin pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead still pressed to Minjeong’s. She looked at her properly then.
Big mistake.
Minjeong’s face was flushed, eyes dark and focused. Lips parted, breathing heavy, completely undone but still holding onto her like she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. The sight alone sent something sharp and overwhelming straight through Jimin’s core.
“Fuck—”
She didn’t even finish the thought.
Jimin cried out against Minjeong’s mouth as she came again, her whole body tightening as pleasure tore through her. Her muscles trembled, thighs squeezing tight as her pussy clenched around nothing but the lingering memory of Minjeong filling her moments ago.
The secondary orgasm sent ripples of pleasure through her entire frame.
Minjeong felt it happen. She felt Jimin’s body tighten beneath her, felt the way she shook. The knowledge that she’d done that, again, was enough to push her right to the edge.
"I'm so close," she gasped, strokes turning frantic, breath coming apart. "Shit, J-Jimin..."
Jimin panted heavily as she watched Minjeong chase her own release. Her hand slid down from Minjeong’s hair to wrap around her wrist, guiding her strokes.
"There we go," she encouraged breathlessly. "Think about fucking me. Think about filling me and coming all over me."
The visualization seemed to be exactly what Minjeong needed.
She went rigid as her orgasm hit, a sharp cry tearing out of her as she came hard. Thick ropes of cum spilled from her cock, splashing across Jimin’s stomach in hot, messy streaks.
"Nghhh—fuck, fuck, fuck," Minjeong cried out, her hips jerked helplessly as wave after wave rolled through her, breath breaking, body shaking until it finally eased into weaker spurts.
Her legs shook violently as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure, her hand still pumping weakly until the last drops trickled onto Jimin's stomach.
When it was over, Minjeong slumped forward, forehead resting against Jimin’s shoulder while her breathing gradually returned to normal.
Jimin's fingers traced through the cooling trails of cum on her stomach. “Look at that,” she murmured, satisfied. “You really went all out for me.”
She dragged a finger through it and didn’t hesitate to bring it to her lips, tasting, licking it clean like it was dessert.
Minjeong watched with heavy-lidded eyes, chest still heaving, her cock softening slowly against Jimin’s stomach.
Then Jimin pulled her in for another slow, lingering kiss.
Their mouths pressed together gently this time, tasting themselves, letting the quiet intimacy settle in. When they finally parted, a playful smile tugged at Jimin’s lips.
"Never again," she said, tapping Minjeong’s nose lightly with her finger. "If I want your attention, you give it immediately. Got it?"
Minjeong chuckled weakly, still basking in the afterglow. "Yes ma’am. I promise I won’t let my game distract me from my gorgeous girlfriend’s demands anymore."
Jimin laughed, warm and fond, and she pulled Minjeong back into a slower, gentler kiss.
"I missed you a lot today," she admitted quietly, voice brushing against Minjeong’s lips. "…that stupid game got all your attention."
Her arms wrapped around Minjeong’s neck, holding her close. Minjeong mirrored the embrace, hands cradling Jimin’s face gently.
"I’m sorry," Minjeong murmured between kisses. "Next time, just kick me out of my chair if I ignore you for too long."
Jimin nipped playfully at Minjeong’s bottom lip, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Definitely will do that."
After a moment, she pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Minjeong’s, letting out a long, exaggerated groan. “Anyway, ugh… my back,” she whined, shifting on the edge of the desk. “And my ass… holy shit, my ass hurts like hell.”
“Uh… you mean… because of…?” Minjeong asked.
“Yes,” Jimin groaned, tilting her head back just enough to let Minjeong see the messy, blissed-out expression on her face. “You… you fucked me so… god, so good… I’m ruined. I’m… I’m basically a puddle.”
Minjeong tried not to giggle, biting her lip, because damn it, Jimin looked so ridiculously adorable right now.
“I don’t think I can even… stand properly right now.” Jimin admitted. Her legs felt like jelly, knees trembling just from the thought of getting off the desk, and she slumped further against Minjeong, her fingers digging lightly into her shoulders for balance.
“Babe… can you… carry me?” Jimin asked, a soft whine coating her words, eyes half-lidded and impossibly needy.
Minjeong blinked, trying to process. “Carry…?”
Jimin gave her the sassiest little smirk, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, carry me. Like… literally pick me up. To the bed. Don’t even ask questions, just do it. I can’t trust my legs to not collapse, and honestly… I kind of want you to.”
“O-okay… yeah. Sure. I can do that,” Minjeong stammered, heat creeping up her neck as she bent down, arms bracing to lift Jimin.
Carefully, reverently almost, she scooped Jimin up, holding her tight against her chest. Jimin draped her arms around Minjeong’s neck, nuzzling into her shoulder with a satisfied hum.
“Babe, you’re heavy,” Minjeong teased, adjusting her grip.
“Yeah, I know,” Jimin said lazily, a smug little smile tugging at her lips. “You did fill me up pretty good, remember?”
Minjeong froze for a beat, her cheeks heating as a blush spread across her face. Her brain stuttered, heart thudding in a way that was way too fast to be normal. “I… oh, you little shit,” she muttered, half laughing and half groaning, because yes, she knew exactly what Jimin meant, and yes, she was ridiculously turned on by it. “You’re seriously… enjoying that, huh?”
Jimin just hummed in response, smug and satisfied, letting the words hang in the air between them.
By the time Minjeong eased her onto the mattress, Jimin’s grin was pure victory, every inch of her still tingling from whatever they’d just done. She tugged Minjeong down beside her, pressing close, whispering against her lips.
“I won.”
Flustered and completely in love, Minjeong could only nod, her heart hammering, fingers curling around Jimin’s jaw as she tugged her in for a long, fevered kiss.
“Okay, fine,” Minjeong admitted between kisses. “You… definitely won.”