Sana fingering reader... praising kink.... insert that one cynthia erivo gif here...
我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ◌ ۪ content. nsfw. soft dom! sana x fem! sub! reader, BIG praise kink, petnames usage, pussy inspection, fingering.
sana is mean. unbelievably so; worst of all ──────── she doesn't even realize it. she's bashingly charming, utilizing a load of 'darling's, 'sweetheart's with seemingly anyone. so it hurts even more when you know you aren't the only one she uses her charm for.
and yet,, you can't control your reaction everytime she uses that sweet, bright tone. your heart clenches, and your brain suddenly feels mush... filled with images of her talking you through it, guiding your fingers while you pleasure yourself.
this time, though you fully failed at hiding your... growing wet problem. it was stupid. one "good girl," and your thighs clenched together, so soaked it firmly ached. and she noticed. delibaretly placing a hand on your thigh, as if worried. "you okay?"
you manage to press out a chocked "yes." though it falls on flat ears, as she leans forward, invading your personal space. her arms seemlessly cup her tits, giving you a great view of the soft skin and curve. your eyes instantly darting down, which she notices. too.
"you're so ... cute," she chirps, fingernail loosely brushing over the curve of your chin, her own eyes darting to your lips. perceiving your every twitch, even the shiver in your higher-pitched voice as you barely respond, "uh thanks."
"can you lie down for me?" she asks, as if she's asking what you want to eat tonight. your body complying before your mind does, lying down immediately.
"look at you, so beautiful," she mindlessly says, simply an observation, "take your pants off, darling."
your fingers move towards your zipper, sliding it down, eyes averting from her intense gaze. clearly to her disapproval. her figners once again, guiding your chin to look at her. "i want you to look at me, do you understand?" you nod. though it's not enough. "use your words, baby."
"i will, i'm sorry." you don't even recognize yourself, your voice falttering, different from your usual tone. so obedient.
"don't apologize," she answers matter-of-factly, the smile on her face evident in her vocal tone. hands working on spreading your legs further, thumb darting out to brush over the damp fabric. "never thought you'd wear such pretty ones..." she equally as absent-mindedly trails, fingers lazily flicking over the pink lace of your panties, "my favorite color, just for me."
her own words seem to egg her on, pulling the same clothing she just praised down to your ankles to reveal you bare. and even you can tell it affects her more then she lets on, breath hitching, pausing whatever she had wanted to say. thumb reaching out to gather the excessive slick, brushing over your core as you arch into her touch. "such a pretty pussy," she mumbles, almost disappointed, "why didn't you show me earlier?"
she works you open slow, one finger sliding in, pumping in a steady rhythm. testing. "would've given up everything," she continues, adding on a second finger. "she's, fuck- pulling me in..." sana wasn't one to curse, and at first you assumed she meant you. but no, she was talking about your gummy walls firmly wrapping around her digits, not letting go.
she curled her fingers just right, hitting just the right spot, a string of moans spilling from your lips. your hips bucking in response, wanting her knuckle deep. she let out a huff of a laugh in response, "so eager," somehow managing to add a third finger in. the sound of wet squeaking, filling the room.
"sana, s'much," you whimper, though your body acctively rode her fingers, in a collective lustful haze. greedy pussy swallowing her whole. ──────── "so pretty like this..." she mumbles, before asking, "are you close, baby?" her thrusts speeding up in intensity, practically knuckle deep at this point. before you arched forward once more, broken 'nghs' and sounds you didn't even know were capable of making, leaving your mouth. soaking her fingers, as you came.
she helped you ride it out, caring as she was. ahead of pulling them out, licking them clean. up. and down. knowing you were watching. "we should do this more often, pretty."
genre: same timeline as mom!jihyo btw, jihyo is stressed out, they get into a bathtub, wlw, men dni
word count: 1,648
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you hear the keys jingling from just outside of your front door, and shortly after jihyo comes inside.
you can tell she’s exhausted, your eyebrows lifting slightly as you watch your wife make her way slowly to her favorite spot on the couch and collapse on it.
“you had a hard day?” you ask, despite the answer being written all over her face.
her eye bags are more noticeable now, her hair tied back in a messy bun, compared to the slick, straight hairstyle she left in this morning.
jihyo rubs her eyes, “it was phone call after phone call. then constant meetings, some of the departments don’t have annual reports ready, which only sets us back even further. i have deadlines i’m not even sure i’ll meet in time.”
you walk over to the couch, taking space next to her. “well, you’re home now, none of that is going anywhere. just take the next few days to do nothing.”
jihyo tilts her head at you, “i can’t y/n- i promised sunghoon we would take him to that new playground that we drove by a few weeks ago”
you shake your head, cutting her off, “don’t worry about it. my mom picked him up earlier, said she wanted to take him down to the beach this weekend, which he did not say no to.” you laugh softly.
she nods in response, “you need to relax, jihyo” you say quietly, reaching over placing your hands and her shoulders.
you begin to rub them slightly, working your fingers into her shoulder and neck, when jihyo moans in response.
she rolls her head to the side as you continue, you apply more pressure. and you physically feel the tension that’s been building up in her shoulders.
you push your thumbs back down the center of jihyo’s shoulder, “y/n…” her voice is breathy and full of satisfaction. you take your hands and bring them up her neck, quickly, pull the hair tie that’s holding her bun. letting it fall to the ground, you slid your hands into her hair, your nails scratching her scalp gently, jihyo leans into your touch.
you reach down pressing a kiss to jihyo’s ear, pulling away after.
“come here” you hear her say, before you know it you're sitting on her lap, kissing her softly. your hands make their way to the front of jihyo’s blouse and begin to unbutton it.
in between kisses, you pulled the shirt free from being tucked into her pants. then you undo her belt buckle, her pants get unbuttoned and unzipped.
when you both pull away, jihyo speaks up “y/n, i love this and i love you, but i am so tired-”
you shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s okay, i know, just let me take care of you, okay?”
jihyo raises an eyebrow before nodding, muttering a small “okay”
your palm cups her cheek, “wait here” you say softly.
you press a kiss softly to her lips, and quickly make your way to your bathroom. reaching the tub, you turn the knobs, waiting the water to reach just the right temperature before putting the stopper in. you looked in the cabinet underneath the sink, searching through the different products that sit there.
in the corner, you grab a dark blue bottle, it’s one that jihyo uses rarely, labeled “for relax and relief.” you pump the bottle a few times into the bathtub.
you watch the tub fill up slowly, some bubbles rising, the smell of the bottle filling the bathroom. you wait until the water reaches the appropriate height before shutting it off.
you return to the living room to find jihyo reclining against the back of the catch, her hand running through her hair.
you walk in front of her, reaching your hand out towards her. jihyo grabs your fingers softly, “come, i made you a bath”
her hand squeezes yours slightly, “a bath?” she replies
“yes, come on, before it gets cold.” jihyo lifts herself off the couch, allowing you to pull her to the bathroom. you reach your bathroom in seconds, “take your clothes off” you whisper to jihyo, turning around, you quickly grab some candles that you have as well, lighting them to avoid using the bright lights.
you hear water splashing slightly, turning off the main lights, you turn back to jihyo, who’s sitting in the tub and smiling softly at you.
“join me?” she asks, you begin to shake your head, “please y/n” she says again, softer.
you begin to take your clothes off, feeling your wife’s appreciative gaze on you. stepping into the warm bath, settling behind jihyo.
you’re leaning against the back of the tub and jihyo’s in between your legs, her back resting against your chest.
“relax,” you say quietly. you grab jihyo’s loofah, and dip it into the water. you apply some lavender scented body wash onto it, and then begin to gently rub it on the back of her shoulders in circles.
she sighs deeply, as you continue to her shoulders and then down to her chest. she relaxes in your embrace, allowing herself to be scrubbed clean.
you run the loofah over her stomach, sides, and as far as you could to his hips. you nudge jihyo to lean slightly forward so that you’re able to scrub her back.
you place the loofah back on the ledge of the bathtub, cupping your hands with some water, you start to wash away the soap. your hands following the similar path as before. jihyo was practically melting into you. her breathing was soft, yet deep. it was an indication for you to continue what you were doing.
your hands made their way over to jihyo’s chest again, one hand cupping her breast, the other running your thumb over her nipple.
“y/n” she whimpers, turning her head and pushing her nose along your jawline. your hands remain on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, teasing her hardened nipples. jihyo’s breathing increases, but she doesn’t move, she keeps her head rested on your shoulder.
your hands move slowly to her back and rinse away any remaining soap. your hands linger neat her shoulders, you see the muscles laced with tension that’s been building. you apply pressure to the area, your hands in a constant motion of up and down. and you also can’t help but smile as jihyo inhales out of pleasure when you rub the right spot.
you kiss her wet shoulder softly, “my wife needs to learn to relax”
jihyo leans back into your chest, her eyes are shut now, “maybe my wife can help me?”
your hands make their way around her waist, your fingers tracing her soft skin. and your hands make their way up her breasts, cupping them.
you feel jihyo’s gaze and when you make eye contact, she reaches out and places a kiss on your lips.
you exhale into the feeling, as she turns her body slightly to make the position more comfortable. your fingers wander to her nipples, circling around it as jihyo deepens the kiss.
you break the kiss, and she leans back, pressing deeper into you, you watch as she spreads her legs slightly.
“y/n…” she says, softly. you place a kiss on her shoulder, then to her neck.
your right hand makes its way back down to her stomach, then between her thighs. your left hand remains on her breast.
jihyo throws her head back and lets out a moan. she grabs the edge of the bathtub to steady herself as you keep giving more and more.
you tease her already hardened nipples with your thumb, your hand had reached her clit, drawing circles around there too. when she starts to raise her hips into your hand, your fingers are inside of her.
jihyo tilts her head to the side, “y/n” her breath hitches. her legs begin to tremble as you continue to move your fingers, she lets out more moans, the water from the tub splashing everywhere.
you watch her face as she reaches her climax, then you turn her head and place a quick, yet sloppy kiss on her lips. when you pull apart, you let her fall back into relaxation, her hands no longer gripping the edge of the bathtub. you wait until her breath evens out again.
you tuck her damp hair behind her ear, “let me get you a towel.” jihyo nods in response, leaning up, you get out and get a towel for jihyo and yourself.
when you return, jihyo kisses you softly, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her figure, “thank you, y/n” she whispers, a relaxed smile on her face.
you return the kiss, watching as jihyo makes her way into your shared closet.
you dry yourself rather quickly, wrapping it around your body, you blow out the candle and remove the plug from the bathtub.
you enter your closet as well, picking whatever shirt and shorts are there for you to sleep in.
after getting dressed, you walk into your bedroom to find jihyo laying on the bed.
“i thought you were right behind me” she says, you’re at the edge of the bed, and you get on, crawling your way up her body. pausing to kiss her thigh, her hand, and finally her lips. “god i love you” jihyo smiles into your lips when you begin to pull away.
you giggle at her comment, and you lay right next to jihyo, wrapping your leg around her, her hand finding itself resting on your thigh. “do you at least feel more relaxed?”
“mhm” she says in response. you simply tighten your arm around her.
and when it’s silent, “i thought about giving you a massage too” you say.
notes . once again dedicated to the 13th disciple, bear! <3
light filtered into the room, along with slow kisses on your shoulder.
a slow smile formed on your lips, your eyes staying shut as mina's hair brushed slightly against your arm. you could practically feel the smile on her lips as she whispered into the space between you.
"..morning, baby." she whispered slowly, peppering kisses up to your lips, which she pecked between whispers. "did you sleep well?"
"perfect, mh, my love," you speak back, voice raspy from sleep.
a shiver rolls through your girlfriend, and your eyes finally peek open, adjusting to the pale pink blur above you. she leans, her hair ends tickling you again as she kisses your lips slowly, her dominant hand rubbing up your waist. the blanket at her shoulder slips down the slope of her body, resting at her hips as she traces slow shapes into your body - lips moving languidly against yours.
you didn't know what made her so touchy this morning - but god would you happily accept it.
your own hand slips up, holding onto the softness of her cheek and guiding her down closer against you, lips slipping against hers as the kiss grows, bordering sloppy but still maintaining the equal level of tiredness.
mina grips your hip a bit tighter as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance that you eagerly grant. she takes her time mapping out areas she knows like the back of her hand, slowly drifting her hand down your body, parting your thighs a bit. your breath hitches as her finger pads ghost over your thighs, and you whimper out.
the pinkened beauty above you pulls her lips off yours, trailing down and husking in your ear. "so jumpy today..."
your hips spike at her words, and you can't help but release a small mewl of appreciation when she dips closer to your core, teasing the lace of your underwear. a pretty set she'd bought just for you, her special girl.
your body, despite having just woken up, was extremely responsive to her touch - which mina liked. she pushed her the pads of her fingers inward as her lips charted slow kisses across the expanse of your neck and down to your collarbones; middle and ring fingers joining to rub teasingly up and down your slit through the fabric of the slowly dampening panties.
your breath hitches, hips raising up to meet her touch. she's gentle with you, slipping her knee between your legs and parting them more for her when they shake slightly with the urge to shut from pleasure. already your tummy is pooling a warm feeling, and mina amplifies it when her teeth scrap down, a small kiss dropping over one of your nipples through your bra.
"such pretty noises for me," she whispers slowly, looking up at you with those big brown eyes watching you innocently as if she wasn't teasing you under the sheets. "I want to hear more, honey. can you do that for me?"
a soft whimper escapes your lips, and you nod along. "y-yeah baby, I can do that..."
she smiles at your compliance, reaching to circle your clit through your panties. your hips spike up, a soft moan falling as your eyes slip shut. "there's my good girl..." she whispers, rubbing slowly and feeling the wet arousal cling to her fingers even through your panties.
your chest slips up and down with slow, ragged breaths, and mina leans - kissing at the nipple that presses adamantly against your bra. her teeth clamp on the hem, dragging it upward to free your chest, her softly pinkened lips wrapping gently around said nipple and teasing it with slow sucks and scraps of her teeth.
your head goes back as that warm feeling in your tummy turns hot with need, your core growing slicker. she feels this, allowing her hand to raise up, slipping under your panties and meeting your pussy head on. you tremble slightly under her touch, a sigh of appreciation leaving when she begins to rub slow circles into your aching clit.
your breathing jumps a bit at the pleasure that starts at the end of your body, shooting up like fireworks through your legs and quivering thighs. mina's touch always did this to you.
she tugs gently at your nipple, watching as a low moan leaves your lips, your eyes reopening to peek down at her. "b-baby.."
the sight makes a soft groan escape her lips, and her fingers slip through your folds, circling your entrance with urgency. she pulls off your chest, shuddering and leaning up - the blanket pooling at her hips and revealing her half naked form to you, smooth stomach slipping up and down with soft breaths. she swallows, pushing her fingers into your wet heat.
instantly, your eyes roll back again as pleasure envelopes. mina bites her bottom lip, trying to keep her breaths in and ignore the way the sight makes her stomach flip with desire.
due to your arousal, her fingers have no issue slipping all the way in with a wet pop - and she gives you but a moment to adjust before easing out and pushing back in slowly. all the while she straddles your leg, soft little whimpers escaping here and there as she expertly lines her core with your leg, rubbing back and forth slowly.
"...h-honey," her voice grows breathy as your moans fall slowly, hands grabbing her hips and guiding her slowly to her own pleasure as she fingers you. her breath hitches. "y-you feel so good, my girl.."
"mph- mina..." her name is a sacred vow on your lips, and your bodies both tremble with wanton as breathy moans fill the room.
mina grows slick against your leg, but even still she focuses on you - speeding her fingers up slowly and reaching her thumb up to swipe softly at your clit, working the pleasure up from an insistent tingle to a fire and crackle in your tummy. you groan softly, eyes peeking open at her.
"p-please.." you whisper.
"I know baby," mina mumbles back, slightly gasping as your knee lightly presses against her clit. she rubs down harder. "m-me too.."
you grunt in satisfaction, pressing her down further against you. a low moan tumbles from the pink-haired girl's lips and - fuck, you think she looks like a goddamn angel like that. all breathless, her joints slightly flushed from the movements, the sun creating almost a halo effect behind her head, highlighting her beauty.
the sight drives you insane.
as the pleasure in your stomach tightens, you tap her hips lightly, and she speeds her fingers up on command, leaning back down to capture you in a kiss as her hips rock in tandem with her fingering, nearing you both to the edge. you reach, squeezing at her thigh as the pleasure climbs straight to the peak and -
the both of you go limp with ecstacy, your thighs twitching and shaking as mina whimpers, pulling away and burying her face into your neck.
"...god, honey," she whispers into you, catching her breath softly.
a small groan tumbles from your lips, as her fingers come to a halt inside, feeling the way you clench and unclench with the effects of your orgasm. mina's lips are soft brushes like feathers, light and airy as she slowly lifts back up, panting and looking down at you.
fuck.
you nearly cum again from the sight, watching as she carefully slips her fingers out and leans back, resting her hand on her abdomen subconsciously and eyeing your body shamelessly. your cheeks flared.
"hey.."
"mm?" she glances up, and her own cheeks heat. "o-oh, sorry. you..yeah."
you shake your head.
your girlfriend, as dominant as she could be, was still as apologetic as ever for even looking at you. "you know you can look, right? I just got..flustered. but i'm yours."
mina hums loosely, tilting her head as a slow smile forms.
Synopsis: Jihyo thinks she’s on the path to being fired after snapping so soon, but things take a turn of events. Instead leading to something much better.
A/N: For the anon who suggested I should do a mohyo rendition of ‘the devil wears prada’ for the characters Miranda (momo) and andy (jihyo) !! even if it’s not super close to tdwp, I hope you enjoy it. </3
(This took so long since I’ve been busy, but I appreciate you waiting. Hoping you like reading)
Banner cred: @uzmacchiato
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It was made clear that employees in the agency were required to dish out their best work.
Momo had just landed a major deal with an extremely renowned high-end brand — promising to have top of the line covers and issues guaranteed by the end of this month — sending even the most experienced designers and writers into a frenzy after hearing the news. And of course Jihyo was no exception, this bit of information was something that sparked Jihyo’s ambition. As a new up and coming writer, she wanted nothing more than to succeed, and this opportunity had success written all over it.
The young Korean woman always had an interest for fashion, and the writing that came along with it. It was her first time landing such a major role in a big company like this. Finally having the chance to execute her life long dream of making it in the industry.
Something she had dreamt of ever since she was little. Writing had always come easy to her, whether that was spending her days locked up in her room writing away, or partaking in local publishing competition’s. It had always been a prevalent part of her life, and her adult hood was no different.
But, she had been made weary, Momo had an impossible plethora of expectations and refused to sugar coat them. The devil they all warned her of was described as was cold, calculating and everything that could be difficult about a person rolled into one — to please her was like trying to get blood from a stone, a damn right impossible quest.
Though, Jihyo wasn’t easily deterred, nor was she one to back down so soon over a few supposed rumours. Despite only being a fairly new employee (that hadn’t quite earned her rank or learnt the ropes). She was simply set on her writing making the cut, and for her work to be submitted as the final draft for this grand operation.
Knowing the task wasn’t going to be a piece of cake, she wanted to prepare for the worst. The worst being Momo’s strict standards.
Jihyo spent that entire evening after work navigating the high street. Singling out trending magazines for reference and stocking up on anything she thought she would need to get her through this week. Juggling bags of supplies — that she herself wasn’t even sure she needed. It was clear to see Jihyo was aiming for perfection, and nothing short of it. This project seemed to be everything to her, and to someone who was used to only writing small columns for newspapers, this was a new, exciting, an everything she could possibly dream of opportunity.
Even during the train ride home, she spent the entire journey jotting down her ideas, taking anything that resided in her peripheral vision as inspiration for her new piece. Doing everything she could in her power to make up a unique and original concept to flock in readers, even outside work hours. Hauling her bags of ‘supplies’, that primarily consisted of shopping she’d been carried away with, to her home.
Shopping or not, she had a tendency of getting carried away. Jihyo had always been a strong headed person, one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind even if that meant grave consequences, she simply couldn’t help herself. If something felt slightly off or out of order, she wasn’t one to readily ignore it, even if the whole world told her otherwise. This trait was something she tried changing countless times before, but it was too far gone to change.
Until she met Momo.
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Down the street was her dingy one bedroom flat downtown; a constant reminder of why she was working so hard in the first place. Her uncharted optimism faded as she saw the familiar worn down exterior, it wasn’t a pleasant sight but she would make do.
Jihyo struggled with her keys, before she ultimately dropped her bags to the ground in a stubborn attempt to force her jammed door open. Lazily flopping down on her couch after having to exert unnecessary force just to get into her own home. It was all she could afford with the savings left from her previous job, rent in the city wasn’t cheap, though it was better than nothing. She made an effort to keep it properly maintained, making it look better by ten fold. With a few tweaks it was quite nice on the inside, but that alone didn’t seem to outweigh its problems.
Seeing this, Jihyo took a deep breath, but the small flicker of hope that came from her hard work was enough to keep a smile lit on her face, albeit a small smile. She was sure she was gonna go to that office and present her work proudly, and that thought alone was enough to lull her to sleep.
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The next day, Jihyo stood at the doorway, a folder of rough drafts clutched firmly under one arm, whilst her fingers nervously fidgeted at the corners of the notebook, unintentionally crinkling the paper. Her other hand hovered, undecided whether to knock or not. The large brass door loomed ahead, its intricate filigree catching the early morning light, and a polished sign that read ‘editor in chief’ . It was exactly where she needed to be.
Yet, the rumors she’d heard still gnawed at her confidence, making her pause a little longer than she had anticipated to.
Though, at last, she knocked.
An exasperated voice followed shortly after, “The door’s open.” Hearing this, Jihyo took this as a sign to enter, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Momo’s long train of demands; “So for breakfast, I’ve already placed my order and you’re gonna have to pick it up, because they don’t offer delivery, and make me my coffee while you’re at it.” Upon hearing that, Jihyo was left with a dumbfounded expression. It was clear to see she was being mistaken for some run of the mill assistant, not even acknowledging the possibility that she could be the new writer that they had just hired.
“Um…I’m actually here to-,” Jihyo attempted to speak again, before Momo rudely continued her list of demands, “Also, I like my coffee with no sugar just so you know.” The order wasn’t a surprise, a bitter drink for a bitter person seemed fitting, but it was the audacity that still hadn’t settled in Jihyo’s mind.
She stood there collecting her thoughts, her lips parted while her mind raced to construct a new plan that wasn’t the idealistic scenario that helped her fall asleep. “I mean, I could, but I’m here to show you my ideas, my ideas for the big project you set?” The younger woman finally finished, her eyes hopeful in the belief she won’t be dismissed again, going as far as to prepare the coffee as she waited for a response.
The older woman looked up at her again in a moment of ‘ah yes I did say that didn’t I’, and begrudgingly paused the action of her filing her nails. It was the expression of someone who clearly hadn’t anticipated to engage in a conversation this early in the morning. Especially not with someone so bubbly and eager. She took another pause, looking Jihyo up and down once more, though her expression shifted as she really took in her features this time. Jihyo had a good balance of soft and defined, a trait admirable in any face and was hard to ignore.
Leaving even Momo unsure of what her own motives were. To judge her, or check her out, that part was unclear, even on her end, but one thing remained unchanged, and that was her gaze. Her gaze alone that made Jihyo want to dust off her blazer and straighten her posture. Momo had a good poker face that made anyone uncomfortable, which in turn lead to Jihyo having to blurt out a change of topic.
“So… do I start showing them now?”
Momo glanced at the clock and nodded in response, not without rolling her eyes of course, even the prettiest of faces couldn’t change someone within a day. Right?
“Fine show me what you have so far.”
Jihyo smiled politely at the chance, simply enthusiastic to show of the work she spent all evening preparing. Laying out pages upon pages of writing, messy edits etched into them. She was confident her work would result in some sort of praise or admiration but was instead met by a hand tearing the piece she had been most proud of.
“This is a serious project, you do understand right? These ideas are subpar at best and even the handwriting itself is barely legible, and you call yourself a writer?” The disappointment on Momo’s face was evident, emphasised by the dramatic sight of her hand sweeping shreds of paper into the bin. It was clear as day to see the rumours hadn’t been far fetched.
That unjust display left Jihyo in even further utter disbelief, slamming the still hot coffee she had prepared onto the desk in a momentary fit of rage.
It was a small gesture of retaliation. “You could’ve just said it wasn’t what you were looking for-!” She yelled, her tone deflating as continued to hold eye contact, sheepishly wiping the slightly spilt coffee down with a napkin. “Uhh ha sorry about the coffee, but still, you didn’t need to tear it to pieces!”
Jihyo cursed to herself internally, assuming it was one of those moments where she spoke too soon and her words would come back to haunt her.
Momo raised a brow, after her short lived surprise settled down. No one had ever given her a retort in her entire career, let alone a retort yelled at her. Her expression wasn’t clear, no indication of what she was feeling in that moment, causing the shorter women to question her recent outburst even more. Leading her to believe that she was right on track to being fired.
Though that was far from the truth, Momo simply nodded slowly, letting the words process. Jihyo’s outburst proved to her that maybe Jihyo wasn’t as bothersome and eager to please as she expected, and just maybe she was actually someone who this agency needed. Someone who Momo hadn’t sucked the life out of.
Tension hung thick in the air, before a long stretch of silence was broken by a chuckle, then a few more that chained on, being amplified by the baffled expression on Jihyo’s face. “That’s the first time I’ve had someone talk to me like that in a while.” The shorter woman tilted her head in an attempt to find any correlation. “Everyone’s so set on trying to not upset me it gets so boring over the years.” Momo grinned, the first indication of real happiness from this entire interaction, and over the silliest thing? What a surprise.
Which was unexpected, because Momo loved when people listened her, and followed her demands, but something about Jihyo’s feistiness that clashed with her quick apologies made it slightly more endearing.
Suddenly, Jihyo’s worry no longer felt so heavy, as small smile of her own crept back onto her face after hearing the older woman laugh. Despite the shredded bits of work she spent hours on being easily disposed. She couldn’t help but find Momo’s smile a suitable replacement, something about it was so rare, so genuine and so disarming, it mellowed her fiery nature. The idea of making Momo smile had been made out to be impossible, as if the possibility of being eaten alive by her was more tangible.
Both woman feeling something about themselves change.
“And here I thought yelling at my boss would get me fired.” Jihyo added with a nervous chuckle, she wasn’t sure if the smile on Momo’s face was just a glitch in the matrix or not, but what she was really knew was that she was testing the waters now. Whilst simultaneously hoping her light hearted teasing wouldn’t backfire, but it seemed she was safe, for now at least. Momo hadn’t dropped her smirk in the slightest. That was always a good sign from someone like her.
The conversation between them continued, a surprising yet somewhat friendly exchange. A feat deemed impossible by most.
———
Weeks go by and their relationship only grew. Their relationship was different from anyone else in that office. Too close, too intimate that even others had started to notice in things as little as attitude. Momo seemed relatively more patient, well, as patient as someone like her could be that is. But it was enough of a difference that it could be noticed by someone with a keen eye.
From friendly jokes, to small touches that lingered for far too long. Whether it was a hand placed on shoulder with a firm squeeze before departure, or a pair of hands that snuck their way onto the others waist while passing by in a tight space. Insignificant enough to be brushed off as coincidental, but enough for their attraction towards each other to grow.
The very same day they were walking towards Momo’s office after a very long winded meeting. Now caught up in a conversation. A mundane moment of acknowledgment for their changed relationship over the past few weeks, finally addressing the elephant in the room.
Jihyo spoke up first, “You aren’t as strict as you were when you first hired me.” She nudged Momo in the arm, playfully, to emphasise her point.
“Well you’ve gotten somewhat less irritating since we first met.” Momo responded — in her defence, she couldn’t have her indestructible reputation tarnished by some five foot something woman who spoke too much. It was her entire brand after all, a perfectionist with unattainable standards and walls built so high up they were impossible to scale.
But not for Jihyo they weren’t.
-⚠️-
“Less irritating? Oh please you’re just not willing to admit you’ve softened up for me.” Jihyo pressed, wanting Momo to admit she was right. Only to look up and see the Japanese woman’s unamused expression, who if you looked close enough, was obviously trying to hide that tiny smirk that tugged on her lips, a mix of affection and irritation.
And that did something to Jihyo. The obvious restraint behind Momo’s actions made Jihyo want to egg her on even more, to accommodate that strange growing ache between her legs.
Seeing Momo get worked up because of her turned her on beyond belief.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re lucky you’re getting anything decent from me.” Momo added as she twisted the door knob open mid sentence, almost as if ushering Jihyo inside before locking the door with a quick twist. “Trust me I could show you just how strict I could be, hun.” The pet name was a mocking touch to Jihyo’s earlier playful nudging, she knew exactly what Jihyo was trying to do, and she wasn’t one to fall for her little tricks.
Jihyo’s grin grew wider, knowing Momo had caught onto her efforts, given the small steps Momo was taking towards her in order to back her into the desk. But Jihyo simply followed her lead without questioning it, instead testing Momo’s patience in other ways, rather than physical resistance, not that she wanted to resist anyway. “You strict? I bet you don’t even know what that is anymore.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you…”
As soon as Momo murmured that cocky phrase — Jihyo fell back onto the desk with a small thud. The sudden closeness took Jihyo by more surprise than she originally anticipated. And now, she really wasn’t thinking of anything besides how good Momo looked above her. It was a constant reacquiring day dream that had occurred since their first interaction.
But Momo’s mind was completely elsewhere, she finally had Jihyo where she wanted, and that was right below her. Not taking as much time to admire Jihyo as much as she usually would, but she still took her time not being able to help herself. The older woman, gently caressed Jihyo’s cheek, as she leaned forward and held the her down by the shoulders.
Momo’s finger tips were cold to the touch as they gently danced along the Jihyo’s exposed collarbone, resulting in small shiver from the woman laying below her. Making their way back up to brush away any stray hairs that could potentially distract her from her from the mesmerising sight beneath her.
The pads of Momo’s thumbs returned, only to dip into the deepest part of the younger woman’s shoulder blades, memorising every bump and groove of Jihyo’s upper chest. Liking the way Jihyo’s warm bronzed skin felt under her cool pale fingers. A perfect contrast.
Momo’s face edged closer to the point her lips brushed against the curve of Jihyo’s flushed cheek, only to whisper firmly after planting a soft unexpected kiss.
“You want me to prove it, don’t you? You’re painfully obvious you know that right?.” But all Jihyo could do was bite her lip and nod, she finally got what she wanted, and all she had to do was lay back and let everything fall into place.
But boy was she wrong.
The older woman would never let her win so easily.
Bold of her to assume she was gonna get instant release…or any for that matter. Even with Momo’s infatuated gentle caresses. That didn’t mean she would get what she wanted after being so bratty.
—
“You’re gonna have to work for it. Don’t ever assume you’ll get away with just running your mouth.” Momo scoffed, her scoff accompanied by pushing her knee between Jihyo’s legs, applying enough pressure to make her squirm, giving her that short term pleasure she desperately craved.
“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jihyo panted, “I never ran my mouth.” She lied, she was more focused on thrusting her hips to gain any sort of friction, rather than continuing her bratty streak or addressing it. Not wanting it to be the factor that made Momo stop that incredible sensation.
Never paying any mind to her shoulders being pinned down, or to how desperate she looked sprawled out on Momo’s desk in broad daylight. Not that she could tell, Momo always had her blinds down.
“Oh please, if you’re gonna lie make it a good one.” Momo seconded by pushing her knee in harder, enjoying the little moans Jihyo was making as she did so.
“Shameless aren’t you? I bet you’re soaking wet to.”
But before Jihyo could protest, Momo lowered her knee and moved her hand under Jihyo’s skirt, tracing along the thin damp cloth that prevented her from going any further. “So predictable.” But Momo’s bold touches stopped there, casually leaning back onto her office chair, deciding now was the time to take back control.
Not without hearing a loud needy whine from Jihyo beforehand.
“C’mere sweetheart, I did warn you’d have to work for it, didn’t I?”
Jihyo nodded in response, her face flushed with arousal, mixed with a pouty lip, but the desperation in her eyes told a different story. “What is it then?” The younger woman huffed, her cheek lying idly on Momo’s lap, her thighs clenched and rubbing together from the absence of pressure that was caused by the older woman’s knee. In hopes that whatever the task was, it wouldn’t delay her own neediness any longer.
But Jihyo never got a response, she was instead met by the sight of Momo unraveling the belt around her hips and spreading her legs ever so slightly. Faint blush tethered Momo’s cheeks to as Jihyo’s desperate expression turned more into something like hunger, but no matter how attractive the women knelt before her looked it, didn’t stop her from from saying her first command.
“I want you to eat me out first.” Momo finished, grabbing a fitful of hair that forced Jihyo to look up at her. Taking a finger and tracing it along Jihyo’s lip. “You do that without touching your self and you’ll get to come as many times as you want, got it.” Jihyo nodded again, suspiciously quick, her mouth open as Momo continued to toy with her bottom lip, unaware of the drool dribbling down her chin.
“You heard me. Wipe the drool of your chin and get to it.”
And Jihyo wasted no time, forgetting her own dripping wetness in favour of doing whatever the Japanese woman wanted. One thing she loved more than letting Momo take control, was doing whatever Momo asked her of, and this was no different.
Instantaneously, being hit by the sweet scent of Momo’s slick as she kissed along her thigh, trying to be sweet about it despite Momo’s rough grip in her hair, a shared moan between them as she pushed her tongue along the entrance of Momo’s pussy.
“F-fuck.” Momo spread her legs further, getting carried away by the way Jihyo’s tongue lapped eagerly, the flexibility of her tongue taking her by surprise. Mumbling short-breathed curses as her other hand, that wasn’t already in Jihyo’s hair, gripped at the chair. Her brows furrowing as she tried to keep control of the situation.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good.”
As that raspy breathless sound left Momo’s mouth, it drew the younger woman’s attention back to her own heat between her thighs, but not enough to divert her tongue from curling any faster.
Despite Momo’s warnings, Jihyo found herself pushing her panties aside, the throbbing need that nagged at her core became too unbearable for her to ignore. Slowly inserting a singular finger, curling it in a rigorous and unrhythmic manner after adjusting to hit the perfect spot.
And so, the room echoed with small moans, Momo’s from the pure ecstasy from how surprisingly skilled Jihyo’s tongue was, and Jihyo’s from how there was no longer an aching emptiness between her thighs — and the sweet peachy taste in her mouth.
Momo, too entranced by the sensation hitting her clit she could only squeeze her eyes shut and buck her hips at the pace of Jihyo’s tongue, her juices flowing down the younger woman’s chin and then to her chest, glazing her tanned breasts. Adding a subtle glow when paired with the dim office light. A final touch to the perfect perkiness they already had.
Momo could only moan and grunt louder as felt her stomach tightening, mixed with the sound of Jihyo’s own moans. Who was now inserting a second finger as she felt Momo clench around her tongue, steadying herself with a hand on Momo’s inner thigh, rubbing a comforting thumb on her pussy to soothe the Japanese woman’s nerves.
Earning a small satisfactory whimper from Momo that in turn made her speed up the pace of her own fingers buried deep inside of herself. Causing Jihyo’s entire body to tense up, her knees no longer supported her weight as she came down heavy. Momo’s head had also fallen back unanimously, shaking slightly as she slumped back in her own chair. Gasping as her senses finally came back.
Pulling Jihyo into her lap with a messy, uncoordinated kiss, tasting herself as she slipped her tongue in and held the younger woman’s face with surprisingly careful hands. Only momentarily pulling back to catch her breath.
“Baby that was so-.” Momo paused her praise, her hand no longer caressing Jihyo’s soft locks, instead taking a moment to take in and acknowledge the additional wetness to her own. Far beyond arousal but was dripping down onto her leg exactly where Jihyo was sat.
And suddenly the Korean woman’s equally loud moans made sense.
“You had one rule, and that was to not touch yourself.” Momo’s voice growing eerily calm, making Jihyo sheepishly bury her face into the older woman’s neck, nipping at her jaw as a last resort distraction to get herself out of trouble.
“Answer me.” Momo warned, her hand blocking Jihyo from nuzzling her face back into her neck to avoid the question.
“You did, but it got so unbearable and-.” Was all Jihyo could muster before getting cut off. Knowing she was done for now.
“You want me to be strict but can’t even listen when I give you a simple instruction?” Momo huffed, brushing her hair back as it stuck together on her forehead — caused by sweat from her previous orgasm — though still looking incredibly hot whilst doing so. “Go back to the desk, we’ll figure it out from there.” Pinching the bridge of her nose and she steadied Jihyo onto her feet.
But, Jihyo could only smile like a pervert the entire way there.
To her, it was only going to get better.
——
Momo emerged from the small storage room connected to her office. Her hair now tied up in a pony tail, with the sleeves of her white button down rolled up 3/4 of the way and left open to bring back down her body temperature. A gorgeous black-lace bra beneath the button up accentuating her chest perfectly paired with matching panties. But that wasn’t it — a rather large silk pouch that was set aside.
She looked back up and saw Jihyo swinging her legs off the desk, her cheeks still undeniably flushed and frayed baby hairs sticking to her face. Looking almost sweet enough to have mercy on.
Almost.
“Hands behind your back.” Momo ordered, taking the tie that was once slumped around her shoulders and tying it firmly on Jihyo’s wrist. “If you can’t keep your hands out your pants for a second, maybe this will help.”
With a quick precise movement, Jihyo was face down ass up on Momo’s desk, a humiliating yet arousing position. Only able to shuffle slightly to get herself comfortable, no longer having the assistance of her own hands. Though she didn’t mind considering the ‘consequences’ that were coming.
“You wanted to come, we’ll see how many time you can do that before you can’t walk anymore.” Momo mocked, a tiny smug chuckle followed by her gripping the younger woman’s ass and lifting the pouch back up.
Inside was a strap, roughly 8-9 inches with a thick circumference. Jihyo’s eyes widened at the sight, but her legs squeezing together gave her away. Her breath hitched as she felt the silicone tip teasing her folds, whimpering at the way Momo would press harder each time but would never go fully in.
“Beg and it might just happen.”
Still not satisfied by her own fingers, Jihyo couldn’t help but comply instantly, being embarrassed by begging was the least of her worries when she was positioned like this. “Please, please I’ll-.”
Before she could finish, Momo thrusted in, her habit of shutting Jihyo up mid sentence didnt stop, even in moments like these. The older woman’s hand settled firmly on the small of her back as she moaned loudly, the sound different to when Jihyo had used her own fingers, the pace more rhythmic, yet purposeful.
“That’s it, just take what I give you.” Momo whispered. Quickening her thrusts every time she felt Jihyo clench around the strap tighter, moans and whines blended with the wet sound eliciting from her pussy. Jihyo’s legs trembling to keep herself up right as she felt her first climax coming.
“We’ve barely even started, don’t tell me you’re gonna drop.”
Momo dug her manicured nails into Jihyo’s back, strap sinking in deeper as Jihyo arched and squirmed at her first climax. Whining Momo’s name as went slack against the desk, her legs trembling from cumming but also having to support herself with only her legs whilst bent over.
Still out of breath, Jihyo could barely form anything coherent beyond the sweet sounds she had been making prior, her brain fuzzy with pleasure and the ache in her legs. “Could I atleast lie on my ba-.”
“No.” Momo responded flat out. “If it were that bad you’d have drop by now, and I said we’d stop when you couldn’t stand.” Her tone gentle with an underlying sense of condescension, taking no time to reposition herself, hips bucking back in. “You’re standing, no? You could’ve stopped, but you haven’t.” Momo pointed out.
“But-.”
“But, it just shows how desperate you are sweetheart.” Was all the Japanese woman needed to say before resuming her firm thrusts, fucking Jihyo deeply. Kissing along her back, her lips grazing the younger woman’s ear. “You can do this, it’s all up to you.” Was all should could say before Jihyo came again, this time harder, her stomach not tensing the same but the affect wasn’t any less. The same pitched moan, and the desk more coated.
This time Jihyo’s knees finally buckled, Momo’s arm eloping her just in time. Hugging from the back as she peppered kisses on her shoulder.“Too good…” Jihyo mumbled, too consumed by Momo hugging her tightly, her legs numb from standing and the immense pleasure.
But it was perfect.
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a/n: i feel like I make literacy rates drop whenever I write smut LMAO…😥 (but to be ‘cringe’ is to be free) but I also got a tad lazy at the end
idk if anyone reads these a/n’s but it’s fun rambling
I’m very allergic to proof reading so take any mistakes with a grain of salt but I’m also allergic to making mistakes so I hope not
The pastor's strong voice resonates through the halls of the cathedral.
Nayeon rests back in her seat, sighing as she listens to him drone on and on. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested- it’s just that she had much better things to get acquainted with.
Like you; the young girl trembling before her in nothing but your tiny white panties, a cute pink bow situated on their front. “Aren’t they cute?” You’d whisper innocently, looking down.
Nayeon would chuckle, resting her larger hand on your thigh. “Very cute,” She whispered, her hand flexing as it rubbed slowly. “I like the bow.”
Her comment made you grin. “I bought them with my allowance.”
“Oh? Did you now?” Nayeon chuckles, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I’ll bet you just love to dress up like a pretty doll for women like me, hm?”
Your heart flutters and you nod shyly. “…just you.”
A flash of possession rises in Nayeon as she smirks up at you. “That’s right, baby. I’m the only woman in your life that can touch you like this.”
A flush invades your face as you nod, looking away toward the door. “…what if someone comes in..?”
The older woman hummed, rubbing all up and down your thighs. “Then you’ll be a good girl and put on a nice show, right?”
You whimper at the thought.
“I think somebody liked that…” Nayeon smirked, leaning into pepper kisses along your tummy. “My pretty girl…”
“I..” Shyly, you rest your hand on Nayeon’s head. “…we shouldn’t go that far..it’s blasphemous..”
“To feel pleasure?”
“In a church..”
“So?” Nayeon chuckles, hand slipping to palm at your hip. “Good girls like to feel pleasure. And you’re a good girl, right?”
Guilt swelled in you but you pushed it away with quick nods. “Y-Yes…’m a good girl..”
“That’s right, there we go…”
The older woman’s hands had begun a path upward, rubbing up your waist and to your back— unclasping your bra and pulling it from you. You squeaked, shy and bashful as you hit your chest. “N-Nayeon…!”
“Shh, don’t hide from me, bunny…” She’d coo, prying your hands away to gaze in full at the gently swell and slope of your chest. “Mm, so cute…”
Nayeon had waited for this moment. In the few months she knew you, she’d been inching closer and closer. First— subtle brushes of her hand against your waist, hugs from behind, her larger hand enveloping your small one. Then, it extended to shy kisses behind the altar, in the back before you joined the congregation.
You were so shy and soft when she’d pull you into a kiss— so squirmy when she’d knead your breasts in her hands in the back of the church, teasing you up until you couldn’t take it. All of this, and Nayeon had just now seen you naked.
Well, almost naked anyway.
Her thumb slipped over one budding nipple, watching you bite your lip as you watched your body's reaction. “So soft…” Nayeon would murmur, teasing the taunt bud until you squirmed.
“Too much..”
“Hmm,” She’d coo toward you like a mother. “Little baby can’t handle it?”
You felt patronized and compelled to withstand her soft torture.
From there Nayeon would fondle you slowly, hands moving in circular motions as she squeezed occasionally. The heat you began to feel pooled at your feet, working its way up until you were slightly lost for breath and preening your sensitive breasts into her hands with quiet whimpers.
Beautiful noises, Nayeon thought. One in a million.
Your thighs would brush together, an embarrassing amount of arousal gathering. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced. Sure, the older woman would caress you in the back of the church frequently, but never for such a long period of time like this. Never enough to make you achy, especially not down there.
“Nayeon…” You whimpered softly.
Her eyes flit to yours and then down to your thighs, a wicked smirk taking over. “Oh? Did I get you worked up down here?”
“Hmph..” Your brows pinched together as you nodded.
“Poor thing,” Nayeon tutted, reaching down and patting your legs very gently where you stood- she swallowed audibly at the sight. “…I’ll bet you haven’t ever been touched here, hm?”
“N-No…”
“Not even by yourself?”
You looked away ashamedly and Nayeon drank in the sight with greed. There was something about you being so untouched that worked her up so much. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” she whispered affectionately. “Nayeon’s here to help…”
As she said that, her thumb came to graze over where your clit was through your panties, making you jump and let out a soft moan at the feeling. Heat flooded your cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry—“
“No need to apologize,” Nayeon chuckled, rubbing in achingly slow circles. “It’s natural…”
Beyond flustered you said nothing else, only reached down to lace your hands in her hair with quiet whimpers and moans.
Nayeon changed from her thumb to her pointer finger on her dominant hand, rubbing down your folds through the silk of your panties, and then back up— forming a rhythm as your tiny body squirmed above her.
“Feels nice?”
“…tingly..” You’d whimper out.
The urge to rip these damn panties off of you was eating Nayeon alive, especially when you whispered so prettily like that. She stood quickly, pulling away and moving to slip off her shirt. “Lay on the floor.”
Compelled, you dropped down obediently and laid on your back, swallowing as you watched the older woman’s skin be revealed.
She was slim yet fit, her pale skin flushed at the joints. Nayeon wore a simple black bra that hugged her chest in close- and when she took off her jeans you found she’d slipped on mismatched panties. It didn’t matter, her body was soon against yours anyways— her lips locking onto yours softly.
You’d kiss back hesitantly. Inexperienced and shy, as you always did with Nayeon. Her hands squeezed your hips and her tongue caressed yours— overpowering it and pushing it down as she explored your mouth with ease. In the end she left you panting, gasping for breath as she moved to kiss down your neck.
“N-Nayeon—“
“Shh…”
Her hands continued their rubbing and squeezing of your hips as she bit your neck enough to mark but not enough to break skin. Her kisses were hot and sloppy, and she left a trail of their warmth down your jaw as she kissed and sucked feverishly— marking this pretty angel as her own.
You’d kissed were a mess of whimpers, that achy feeling growing in your tummy as her lips met your breasts— sucking in a soft manner like a baby. You’d felt an odd affection swell as you cradled her head, meeting her hooded eyes and whimpering at the sight.
Pure lust.
Nayeon was like a demon, ravaging an angel for the first time.
You felt powerless, but not in a bad way. It was a relief. Getting touched for the first time. Feeling wanted by someone.
Her lips kissed down your stomach now, eyes glancing down and eyeing your wet cunt through your panties. “You’re so fucking wet…” Nayeon chuckles. “For an innocent virgin you’re a real whore…” and then her hands dragged down— tugging your panties with them until they were off and tossed across the room. Your father’s voice rang out in the church— echoing in your ears.
Blasphemy.
But why did it feel so good?
“P-Please..” You’d whimper, hips bucking up involuntarily as you sniffed and pouted.
Nayeon grinned. “I’m gonna touch you bunny, let me have some fun first.” And her lips went back to your body.
You were covered in stains of red lipstick and bites by the time she finished. Her teeth had imprinted onto you like a starving animal— marking your once clear skin all the way up. It left the ache worse to the point where you had begun to subtly grind against her knee for any support.
But Nayeon shut it down with a quick peck on your lips. “Be good now, okay?”
“Y-Yes..” You whimpered, nodding like a guilty pup. “Sorry…”
“It’s fine, I always knew you’d be a dirty girl anyway.” Nayeon’s hand ran over your thigh, making it shudder as you pouted.
“Dirty…?”
“Oh yes,” She hummed, nodding downward. “Just look at the mess you made on me. You’re begging like a pretty whore to be touched…”
You whimpered at the name. “You shouldn't say stuff like that…it’s bad…”
Nayeon shook her head. “Don’t preach right and wrong to me, little one. Just a second ago you were aching for me to touch your little pussy.”
You squeak. “Don’t call it that…!”
The older woman merely sighs, parting your thighs more and altering you so you have your legs pushed up, dripping center on display for her. “Sorry wet and needy…a tight little virgin all for me..”
“Ngh..” You noised, flustered and wanton.
Course Nayeon and that husky tone she used with you.
“If you say you’re sorry for preaching to me..” Nayeon began, her pointer finger just barely grazing your folds. “I’ll touch you…”
“I’m so sorry.”
The quickness in your tone made her perk, and she laughed softly. “So obedient…my, my.”
After a thoughtful moment of consideration, Nayeon lowered herself to be positioned between your legs. You flushed up to your ears— feeling her breath against you. “W-Wait, that’s—!”
Too late.
Nayeon’s tongue had licked a slow strip from your entrance up to your clit, rolling the ball around with a mix of her saliva and your arousal. It made you squirm instantly, hips bucking your pussy into her mouth.
Her free hand holds your leg patiently as her other hand runs its fingers through your wet folds, inching down to your entrance while her mouth busies itself with your clit.
“N-Nayeon…!” You squirmed, eyes squeezing shut. Your inexperience led to a short amount of fear, a coil tightening on your stomach—
With that, Nayeon’s fingers dip down to your entrance and she pushes inside– caressing your hymen at first before shoving in fully. You let out a noise of pain followed quickly by a moan of pleasure as her fingers thrust in and out of your tight little cunt– loosening you nicely for her.
Nayeon’s lips pull off your clit, eyes falling to watch the erotic sight of her fingers pushing and pulling in and out of you, as you squeezed around her like a vice. “Goddamn…” She cursed, looked back at you and then down again. “You take me so well…”
A moan falls from your lips as she fingers you faster, building you swiftly up to the edge, and it’s almost embarrassing how needy you are for more. The feeling of a knot building in your tummy makes you tremble, body shaking as you whimper.
“F-Feel icky…”
“Are you going to cum?” Nayeon husks, kissing at your leg as she digs her lithe fingers inside of your cunt even more. “Mmm…you’re squeezing so tightly around me babygirl…wanna cum for me? Let the whole cathedral hear the Priests little bitch whimpering like a pup as she’s fucked?”
“N-Ngh..~” Your hips shake as you press closer, nodding mindlessly. “Y-Yes— oh God, please—“
“Ah, it’s so bad to say that~” Nayeon tutted, smirking as she watched your eyes fill with tears from the pleasure. It only served to turn her on more. “That’s so sexy…cry for me baby..”
You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears fell and your body continued to shake. “P-Please— feels so good—“
“Oh yeah?” Nayeon leaned back down- moving her fingers quicker. “I’ll bet you don’t even know how to finish, hm?”
“N-No..-“ You whimpered, sniffling messily as she fingered you. “P-Please—“
“Do you feel…” Her free hand slid up and pressed on your tummy, right where that knot was building. “Right here. A lot of warmth? Maybe a lot of tingles that make your legs feel like jelly…?”
You nodded messily, hips bucking.
“Good, good.” Nayeon cooed, leaning down to kiss at your neck as she continued. “Take a deep breath for me and relax your body— it’ll feel weird baby, but you just have to trust me…”
You did as she said, a soft cry leaving as your arms wrapped around her neck needily. “A-Ah..~ feels like- like-“
“I know,” Nayeon chuckles, her hand squeezing your hip now as she looked down and watched her fingers. “You’re not going to do…that, just trust me, and let it all go, okay?”
“B-But—“
“Come on, Y/n, be a good girl for me..” She’d husk, watching you squirm so desperately as you tried to hold in what you thought was something else. “Let go..”
You were panting and whining but had no choice but to listen to her— and so, with a heavy amount of hesitation, you let the final wave of pleasure roll through you like a blinding light as tears sprung into your eyes again— a choked sob leaving your tiny shaking form.
“Fuck—!”
Nayeon’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk pulling at her lips. God, you were perfect. She kept her fingers going steady until you had physically whined and moved away, a laugh bubbling from her. “Okay, okay, i’m sorry,” She smiled, pulling you back and cradling you against her body. “You did so well…”
“M-Mph..” Your face lodged its way into her neck. “…d-do you think anyone heard—“
You were cut off by the door opening.
“Great heavens!”
“Ah..this is rather private,” Nayeon grinned wickedly, shielding your body from the wide eyes of the congregation. Your dad pushed through and she quickly grabbed a shirt, slipping it over your body to hide you. “Time to go, little bunny. They found us~”
[idea]
pairing: mina and tzuyu
genre: fluff and smut
warnings: nsfw (+18), men and minors dni tags: first time, first orgasm, lesbian sex, first lesbian experience, lesbian mina, still figuring things out tzuyu, mina is fighting her horny demons, tzuyu is fighting her insecurities, unnie kink if you squint
w/c: 10.6 k
a/n: i'm still figuring out how to write smut but so far i feel like this has been my best attempt, i hope you enjoy it as well!! feel free to leave any comments, feedback or suggestions 🎮🖤
This is something Mina and Tzuyu occasionally do.
The first one would get them some food on the way and they would spend the afternoon playing with the Playstation, sometimes they would do some craft or just watch a movie. Other days, Tzuyu would try a new bread recipe and go to Mina’s, to play with the Nintendo Switch. It was never meant to be a secret but given that they’re both quiet people, not many of their mutual friends knew about it.
Most of the time it's just the two of them, but some days Chaeyoung joins them and, when they don't feel like leaving the house, they play online with the voice chat on. They use these moments to talk and catch up on each other's lives between strategies, laughs or insulting rival players.
For both of them it is a good way to let off steam and open up about things they usually keep to themselves until the weight becomes too much, becoming each other's safe space. It is somehow healing to be able to talk and be vulnerable when you know the other person is never going to judge you or give you unwanted advice. Sometimes they just needed to talk and be heard and other times it was enough to be with each other without having to exchange any words, enjoying each other's company.
Just as any other of their game dates, they sat there in comfortable silence focused on the game while sharing the snacks that were all over the table.
They each sat on one side of the sofa, but when you are a student, living in a small apartment and your first priority was to buy the latest PlayStation, the sofa ends up being just the right size to fit two people. Maybe three if you can make it work. If you want to stretch your legs you have to either do it by resting your feet on the table or on each other's legs. But that wasn’t a big problem for Tzuyu. She, besides being tall, is spoiled by all her unnies who let her legs rest on her lap at any time, just like Mina was doing.
Those days the temperature was nice and it was a sunny day, but a slight breeze crept in if you opened the window, so Tzuyu's body heat was welcome.
Despite playing with a team of incompetents they were dragging on their own to victory, the atmosphere was quite pleasant. They were both warm and wearing comfortable clothes. The room was lit with a dim light that allowed them to see the screen and see each other's faces, without being too bright, while the last rays of sunlight were sneaking through the curtains.
Everything was so calm that Mina's heart skipped a beat when she heard Tzuyu's sudden question in the middle of the game.
“Mina-unnie, have you ever had an orgasm?” she blurted out.
This was the most Tzuyu thing to do. She always does the same thing, for someone so shy and quiet, when there is something that was on her mind she says it straight and bluntly, sometimes she could even be harsh. However, it could happen a million times that Mina and the others would always be caught off guard.
Not even Mina, always so well composed and naturally calm, could act casually when something like this happened, especially if it involved sex. Her mind was too quick and imaginative, she couldn't help it.
It took her a few seconds to respond, as all sorts of images crossed her mind. It wasn't the first time they had talked about sex, although it wasn't their most common topic of conversation either. It wasn't something strange or foreign to them, which made the question take her by surprise. Neither of them was a virgin, and both of them were aware, so she didn't quite understand what the question was about.
“Yes” she managed to say in the most neutral tone possible while her gaze was fixed on the screen.
Mina waited a few seconds for a response, but nothing else came from the younger girl's lips. If there was one thing she knew for sure about her friend it was that if she told her anything of this sort when the two of them were alone on their game dates it was that she needed to get something off her chest, wanted advice or was just curious. And knowing her she was very surprised that this was all, probably the answer she had given her was not what she expected, so she decided to test the waters.
“Is it because of the boy you told me about?” she added casually.
They both kept looking at the screen as they continued the conversation, they always do when the conversation stops being casual and touches on more sensitive topics. It's easier that way than doing it by looking at each other. It was some kind of unspoken agreement between the two.
“It's not about him, I haven't seen him again”.
“Oh I thought you liked him”.
“He was cute, but no... There was no chemistry. I think it was a mutual thing”.
“I see, you're asking about that?” she decided to push a little in a last attempt to understand what this was about.
“That's not why, well not quite”.
It wasn't about that guy, nor the disappointing and awkward sex they had after a pretty boring date. At this point perhaps the problem was not them but her.
At first she thought it was her and her first boyfriend's lack of experience. Then she assumed it was something common with most men, as some of her friends had warned her. It was possible that it was also because even though she was experienced, she was still not experienced enough, or that she liked women more than she suspected. But there was something that bothered her and made her think that she was the problem because nothing she had felt came close to what her friends sometimes described in too much unsolicited detail when they drank or some when they simply talked about how a date had gone.
“I think I'm the problem” she verbalized aloud. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders but it was hard to ignore the hint of embarrassment settling in her chest “I've never done it, I've never had an orgasm.”
“Oh Tzuyu-ah, don't say that, even if it was because of you, it's not something that can't be fixed. You just have to guide them what you like. Teach them what to do to get you there, just like when you do it yourself”.
A sigh was the initial response, that was followed by a streak of three enemy team kills at Tzuyu's hand and a movement of Mina unconsciously crossing her legs as she thought about what her friend was telling her.
“That... That's the thing. I’ve tried. But I’ve never gotten there. Not even on my own” as she went into detail, she seemed to find it harder to go further in her explanation.
Unusual for her, but after all this was something quite intimate, even Mina felt somewhat embarrassed. Likely for a very different reason.
“I don't know what I'm doing wrong. It doesn't matter how long I do it. Sometimes I do feel something, but I don't think I've gotten there and if I have, then I don't understand all the fuss”.
That was too much to take even for Mina. It wasn't about her friend's surprising confession. Once again, it was about the ungodly thoughts she was picturing in her mind and how they were making her feel somewhere between guilty and aroused. Guilty because she was her friend but also aroused because she was her friend.
Her handsomely pretty friend, who could be incredibly sweet and infuriatingly bratty at the same time, also has a gorgeous body, sculpted by hours of pilates, dog walks, and dance classes. It was impossible not to imagine Tzuyu lying on her bed with her hair spread across the sheets, one hand between her legs, her eyes slightly open, while her chest moves up and down as she seeks for a relief that doesn't come. The image of her all desperate, frustrated, unable to satisfy herself only made it more alluring
Suddenly Mina was feeling hot. Having Tzuyu’s legs over hers didn’t help, but her touch wasn’t unwelcome. Quite the opposite. She was starting to need something more.
And not only that, she was asking her for advice about something deeply personal. Mina forced herself to focus, she had to be the friend Tzuyu needed, not the one selfishly distracted by the heat curling in her belly. As if she hadn’t imagined her naked and at her mercy just a few seconds ago.
“What do you do exactly?” she dared to ask once she managed to compose herself.
It wasn't an easy task. Mina dealt with it by dividing her attention between the game and the detailed description that her friend was giving her about how she masturbated.
Tzuyu spoke with an almost clinical precision, as if she was explaining a medical procedure. She told her which fingers she used, their exact position, how it felt when she did it, and what triggered her to do it, what turned her on. That coldness helped Mina stay focused on the issue, at least at first. But it also allowed her to recreate the scene in her mind with a dangerously vivid clarity, and that distracted her.
The heat grew stronger, and the feeling in her lower belly was getting harder to ignore.
She couldn’t stop fidgeting in her seat, to the point that Tzuyu ended up moving her legs away, thinking she might be making her friend uncomfortable after all that time. Mina was doing her best to keep it together. You could tell from the marks that were left by the controller on her palms from gripping it so tightly while she listened.
After the explanation, Tzuyu remained silent, waiting for a response or some advice from Mina, who seemed quite focused on the game, determined to win, judging by the way she was holding the controller.
“Unnie?” Tzuyu called her, trying to get her attention.
“Yeah, sorry” Mina replied quickly, and choosing her words, she continued. “Well, you know… every person and every body is different, so there’s no right way to have sex or to pleasure yourself”.
Tzuyu nodded silently, waiting for more. Hoping Mina would elaborate more, hoping she’d say something truly useful to put an end to her problem.
“I guess you have to explore a little more and find out what works best for you,” Mina added, “but maybe it helps to focus more on other stuff and not just on penetration,” she said, but she didn’t know how she had managed to get all those words out.
“How? What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled.
That confusion, somehow, helped Mina, pulling her out of her more lustful thoughts and bringing her back to the matter at hand. For her, as a lesbian, all this was obvious, but she figured that Tzuyu who, as far as she knew, hadn’t been with a woman, might unfortunately still be in unknown territory.
The conversation, luckily for Mina, shifted away from Tzuyu being the center of it. This time, Mina spoke from experience, but also as someone genuinely interested in the subject. What could she say, she had always been curious.
That was how Mina ended up explaining to Tzuyu how to give and receive pleasure, to herself or someone else. She talked about all the possibilities, about what parts to touch, how to touch, and with what. She told her about the alternatives to penetration and also how to complement it.
All while making sure Tzuyu knew that this wasn’t a problem and that it was actually quite common not to orgasm if her past partners had only ever been focused on their own pleasure, not hers. She even took the liberty of advising her to forget everything those mediocre men might have said or shown her if she wanted to actually have fun on her own or simply relieve some stress.
It was liberating. For both of them.
Mina couldn’t hide the small smile of pride. Not only had she managed the situation, she had been a good unnie to Tzuyu. She had helped, given advice, and she hoped that now Tzuyu understood there was nothing wrong with her. Even if at some point her friend’s confused face was obvious, maybe a few links later could help clarify everything. She was satisfied, even if at first she had to fight her own thoughts and her body’s natural reactions.
But not even the relaxed tone the conversation had taken prepared her for what the younger girl said next.
“Can you show me?”.
After hearing those words – so clear and so unexpected – from Tzuyu, her character made some visibly erratic movements, and Mina paused the game, dropping out of the combat.
“Unnie! We’re going to get penalized for leaving!”
“Sorry,” she said as she sat up, and for the first time, stopped looking at the screen. “What do you mean?”
“Show me,” she repeated, looking down at her hands. “Please”.
“I already explained it… weren’t you listening?”
Yes, Tzuyu had listened to everything. And that was exactly why she wanted Mina to show her. Hearing her had only made her realize the obvious distance between what she knew and what she wanted. She longed for someone to touch her like that. She craved someone to touch her with a real desire to please her, and not just to satisfy themselves using her body.
Tzuyu had never craved something like this. But now she needed it, and she needed it from Mina.
Listening to Mina had awakened something in her. It didn’t matter that she was her friend, perhaps that is why the attraction felt as tempting as it was dangerous. She feared Mina’s reaction, she couldn’t tell her what she really desired. Not like this.
But after years of friendship, she had seen her truest, most unfiltered self. The side of Mina you could only catch a glimpse of if she let you in, or if you learned to read beyond the image of herself she showed to you.
She likes to tease her friends, she had heard her make suggestive comments, her provocative dances and those glances. She had noticed plenty of times how her eyes would go up and down their legs, their necklines, the small of their backs and any exposed skin whenever any of them were wearing something short or revealing.
Maybe asking her for help, for her to teach her, brought out that side of her that Mina tried to keep hidden.
“I was listening unnie, can you show me? I don’t think I understood some things” she asked again, this time daring to look at her eyes. Shame had given to desire.
She sounded innocent, but her act wasn’t entirely convincing. And Mina noticed.
Neither of them dared make any move, but the tiny couch didn’t allow them to keep a respectful distance, their knees were touching. The touch of the other burned, despite the clothes getting between them, as it was the only physical contact between them.
Once again, Mina’s mind returned to the image of a frustrated Tzuyu, this time begging to be touched. The image made her feel dizzy and helpless. Neither she nor anyone else could deny Tzuyu anything, especially not when she was looking at her with those bright deer eyes. As if her answer was going to change everything. And maybe it would.
After whatever was about to happen, their friendship would never be the same.
But it was Tzuyu. If there was anyone Mina trusted not to ruin their friendship , whether she gave in to her request or not, it was her. Whatever happened from now on, she knew it would stay just between the two of them.
“Let’s go to your bed,” she said, giving in to desire.
Before she could get up, Tzuyu stopped her with a brush of her hand on her thigh.
“I changed the bed sheets this morning… I’d rather not have to do it again” she said with complete calm.
And when she saw her getting up, for a moment, she feared she had misread the situation.
But then she saw what she was doing and couldn’t help but smile tenderly. From the couch, she watched as Tzuyu drew the curtains, then turned on a lamp with soft light and lit a candle. She turned off the console, placed the controllers back in their spot, and looked at her again. It didn’t take long until she caught Tzuyu looking down at her lips.
“Should I play some music?” she asked.
“If you play music, you might get distracted when I give you instructions” she remarked with the same fake innocence that Tzuyu had used minutes ago when she asked for help.
Then Tzuyu sat next to Mina again, this time closing the distance between them.
They looked at each other, never able to hold eye contact for long. Whenever their gazes met, they blushed and looked away, their hands resting nervously on their laps. Despite the awkwardness, it felt right and both of them wanted to keep going. It was only a matter of who would make the first move.
“How do we start?” she asked shyly.
It was endearing to see Tzuyu like this. She was shy and quiet, for sure, but Mina wouldn’t have used the word insecure to describe her. Seeing her like this was something new, just like all of this.
“What do you think about a kiss?” she replied playfully, trying to ease her. “Let’s start with that if you want, but if at any point you stop enjoying it… if it doesn’t feel right, tell me and we’ll stop, Tzuyu-ah”.
“Thank you, unnie” the other girl said, nodding with a small smile.
A few reassuring words were all Tzuyu needed to calm her nerves, which again faded into the background. She was eager.
With one hand on her friend’s cheek and the other resting on the couch to support her weight, she leaned in, aiming for her lips. Though she moved with determination, she left the tiniest space between them, giving Mina the chance to pull away. That didn’t happen, she wanted this just as much.
Their lips met halfway in a tentative kiss, a first contact. It was the first time they had ever done something like this together. It took a second time before they dared to move their lips, exploring each other’s mouths, learning the other’s rhythm and tasting the other for the first time.
It was Tzuyu who had the courage to take the lead, slipping her tongue between Mina’s parted lips. As she did, she noticed a faint sweetness on the tip of her tongue, not cloying, but reminiscent of the aftertaste left by a cookie or a dessert. Mina, on her end, noticed a faint but earthier sweetness that reminded her of green tea.
The kisses, timid and short at first, melted into deeper, more languid ones. Their lips barely parted, breathing into each other’s mouths, a thin string of saliva keeping them connected. It was hot, wet, and a little messy. It felt really good and natural. There was no awkwardness, only desire.
As their mouths moved together, the air around them felt heavier, warmer.And soon, their hands started to wander. Tzuyu’s hand, once resting on Mina’s cheek, now moved to her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, demanding yet needy. Both hands of Mina had already left her lap, holding onto Tzuyu’s waist, caressing her sides and teasing the waistband of her sweatpants with her thumbs. It was too tempting.
It didn’t take long before they began exploring each other’s bodies over their clothes, especially Tzuyu, who couldn’t keep her hands still. Driven by desire, but also by curiosity since this was her first time doing this with another woman. Her fingers lingered at the collarbone, tracing the muscles of her neck, and moving down to her chest. It was something new, and it felt incredible.
Suddenly, she felt it. Mina’s nipples stiffening under her bra and T-shirt, the sensation clear against her palms even without direct skin contact. The touch drew soft moans from both of them, barely muffled against each other’s mouths.It was an intoxicating sensation that took the air out of her lungs, a memory that would stay with her for many nights to come.
Mina felt a jolt of electricity every time Tzuyu’s hands moved, making her abdomen tighten when the latter dared to slip a hand under her shirt. Her touches were exploratory and certain, but there was a noticeable clumsiness to her movements. She could feel a growing anxious at times, as if she was afraid of Mina slipping away between her fingers
With each kiss, hungrier than the last, Tzuyu leaned more and more over Mina until her back touched the cushions, ending up under her body. It was then, with Tzuyu on top of her, that Mina truly realized the difference in size between them, and it made her feel somehow impossible to describe. Neither Tzuyu’s demanding kisses nor her hands roaming her body had made Mina feel overpowered as having her body on top of hers. It was exciting, but it also awakened something new in her, the urge to take control.
At first, that had been the excuse for all of this: to teach Tzuyu. It wasn’t just about showing her what an orgasm felt like, it was also about how to get there. And impatience, while welcome under certain circumstances, it wasn’t what they needed right now. Despite the urgency in Tzuyu’s movements, they had time.
Mina placed a hand on Tzuyu’s chest, suddenly pulling her lips away from hers, bringing her friend back down to earth. She looked at her with wide eyes and a confused expression.
They were both a mess. Their hair was disheveled, their cheeks flushed and their lips swollen.
“Sorry, I thought… is this too much? Did I do something, unnie?” she asked, worried.
“I’m fine, you’re fine,” she smiled reassuringly. “It’s just that we can slow down, there’s no rush. It’s not about getting there, it’s about enjoying the journey, you know?”.
Of course she understood, Tzuyu is smart. The way her posture changed proved it as well as how she pulled back slightly while keeping her legs tangled with Mina’s. She stretched, easing the tension in her muscles from the awkward position she'd been in, after towering Mina. When she noticed this, Mina let out a soft chuckle.
“Let me take you there. This is about you now,” she said gently. “And let’s find a more comfortable position” she added with a quiet laugh.
Tzuyu blushed and looked to the side, slightly embarrassed because her desperation had probably been obvious to Mina. This time, she didn’t reply so she simply cupped Tzuyu’s face, crushing their lips together.
The kiss was sweeter now, but slow and still passionate. Little by little she was taking control, at times they turned impatient and hungry, but never clumsy. Now it was her who slid her tongue into Tzuyu’s mouth, moving it in impossible ways that drew sighs from her. She alternated between caressing the inside of her mouth with her tongue and brushing her lips with her teeth.
Tzuyu felt the heat pooling low in her stomach and the way her heart was pounding hard against her chest.
Her hands took control too, returning to Tzuyu’s waist, caressing her sides over and under her clothes until they gripped each side of her hips. In an attempt to pull her closer, still tangled in a mess of limbs with their legs intertwined, her knee ended up caught between Tzuyu’s thighs. That simple contact made her gasp as she lightly gripped the fabric of the shirt that covered Mina's shoulder.
It wasn’t intentional, but now Mina wanted to hear that sound again, to make her react like that under her touch.
The kisses were no longer enough and the clothes they were wearing started to become too much. Tzuyu’s shirt didn’t take long to end up on the floor. Now, with her bare skin pressed against the other’s shirt, any distance between them felt like a chasm.
Mina’s hands, which had been roaming over Tzuyu’s body in slow motions, reached the small of her back. It wasn’t the first time they had ventured that far, but until then, they had always stopped at the waistband of her pants.This time, Mina let herself be guided by instinct and moved her hands lower, daring to squeeze her ass.
Again, a sound escaped from Tzuyu’s mouth, this time deeper and almost guttural, against her ear.
It was such a delicious sound that it brought out the greed in Mina, who couldn't help but repeat the action, now with more intent. She used the motion to shift her onto her lap. Tzuyu ended up straddling her, with one leg on each side, and Mina’s face nestled right between the valley of her breasts and her neck.
Mina did not miss the opportunity. Her mouth left Tzuyu's lips, barely giving her time to protest, and descended to her neck. Each kiss made Tzuyu's breath hitch. They were soon alternated at first with gentle licks and then with more daring bites. The moment her teeth sank into the muscle of her neck, Tzuyu let out a moan as she clutched the flesh of her shoulders.
It was unexpected. Feeling someone trapping the skin of her neck between their teeth, it was one of the many firsts she experienced that day. She didn't know how long it had been since the first kiss, but she was sure that never before had someone taken so much time to make her feel good, to pay so much attention to every part of her body.
At this point, she would normally already be lying unsatisfied next to a man who had gotten what he wanted. But now, still almost fully dressed and barely touched, she was more aroused than ever. And she knew this was just the beginning.
It wasn’t just the butterflies in her stomach or the way her heart pounded through her body so intensely that she feared Mina might hear it, there were physical signs that made everything even more real.
She felt her body burning, she could notice some strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra, just like she had felt Mina’s earlier. But that wasn’t the only thing, nor the hardest one to ignore. She could feel the dampness building in her center, soaking through her underwear. It was uncomfortable, but far from unpleasant.
Her body and mind craved more, she ached for something more than her mouth on her neck and hands gripping her ass. Once more, patience overpowered shame. And as soon as Mina began placing tentative kisses around her bra, Tzuyu started moving her hips, seeking friction against her body in an attempt to soothe that growing need in her lower belly.
Her desperation made Mina laugh softly.
“So good, keep doing that” she whispered against her chest.
Mina indulged her, simply guiding her, and Tzuyu started grinding against her with less shyness and more intention. They were both wearing sweatpants, so the fabric wasn't much of an obstacle, and the friction was perhaps too intense for them to still be half-dressed. Still holding her ass, Mina guided her, correcting her movements whenever they turned erratic.
“Slow down, Tzuyu-ah” she reminded her again, whispering against her neck.
Unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze clouding her mind, Tzuyu only nodded and followed the motion Mina dictated.
At all times, the older girl kept her mouth busy. She hardly broke away from her lips, her neck or her chest, except to whisper instructions or remind her to be patient.
Tzuyu, for her part, wasn't very vocal or loud. She only let out soft moans, broken breaths, and some occasional whimpers. From time to time she arched her back, wrapped her arms around Mina, or dug her nails into her skin, especially when, pressing closer, she felt the seam of her pants rub right against that exact spot.
The motion of her hips was getting faster and faster. Mina could feel against her ear how Tzuyu's breathing quickened and became irregular, just like her own, though to a lesser extent. Her body spoke for her.
It didn’t take Mina long to realize she was close. Her movements and reactions gave her away as much as the dampness that, for a while now, she had been feeling through the fabric of her own pants.
In the middle of a desperate kiss, she dared to ask her.
“Are you close?” she said as she held Tzuyu still on her lap.
She nodded and went for her lips again, but Mina insisted. She could have said that it was to make sure Tzuyu felt good, to make her feel comfortable... but that would’ve been a lie. It was for the sheer pleasure of seeing her like that – uninhibited, desperate, and needy – when Mina had barely touched her.
It was surprising she had lasted that long. From Mina’s experience, she herself was sure she would not have lasted that much. Seeing how far she could push her was a tempting idea, but Mina had to remind herself this was about Tzuyu. It was neither the time nor appropriate to test its limits under those circumstances. That wasn’t what they had agreed on, Tzuyu only wanted her to show how an orgasm felt like.
Clinging to the last shred of sense she had left, Mina decided she didn’t have to push her to the edge, but she could still have a little fun. So far, Tzuyu seemed to be enjoying it just as much as she was.
“Use your words” she murmured, her tone was sweet but unmistakably commanding.
“I-I’m close…” Tzuyu mumbled at first as her mind began to clear. “I normally don’t feel anything else after this” she admitted.
“Can you explain it to me better, Tzuyu-ah? I need you to tell me so I can make you feel good” Mina insisted, while gently caressing her back.
A blush crept up Tzuyu’s cheeks and all the way to the tips of her ears before she dared to give her an answer.
“I’ve never… never felt like this. I-I’ve never been this wet without being touched, not even while being touched” she said, about to look down, but stopped herself. “God… I’m embarrassed to even look at the mess I made” she confessed.
“It’d be a shame to finish like this” Mina murmured.
She kept stroking Tzuyu's back with one of her hands, running her fingers up and down the spine, while, with the other hand on her hip, she made sure to keep her in place. That touch was enough to keep Tzuyu grounded and hold back her urge to keep grinding in search of that release.
“You know… without even showing you how to do it” Mina continued, carefully weighing her next words. “I mean, it’s up to you. We can keep going like this if you want or you can just sit between my legs. That way, not only will you know what an orgasm feels like… I’d also teach you how to touch yourself”.
There were no lies or tricks in her words. If Tzuyu wanted to stop there, they would. Just as Mina had told her from the start. Even if Mina was the one setting the pace, Tzuyu had complete control over the situation. It was her who decided if they would continue, and how. Mina would just give her everything she asked for.
It wasn’t just a matter of consent or respecting Tzuyu’s possible boundaries, or making sure she felt safe. It went beyond that. At this point, Mina was willing to give in to any of Tzuyu’s desires without a second thought, even if that meant letting her use her body without touching her at all.
Tzuyu carefully moved from Mina’s lap. Her legs trembled a little, but within seconds she was standing in front of her.
“I already told you, I want you to teach me” she said, her voice surprisingly firm compared to her earlier hesitation.
Then standing in front of the couch, Mina looked her up and down with slight confusion. From that angle, the wet patch on her grey fabric was perfectly visible. She said nothing about it, but her expression gave her away.
Tzuyu chose to ignore it as she slid her pants down, revealing a pair of panties that didn’t match her white bra. Still, the color was light enough to make it clear they were soaked through with her arousal.
A sight that made Mina lick her lips.
Tzuyu was completely exposed before her, and she could feel how, after the initial shock, Mina was devouring her with her eyes. They traced her figure up and down, as if she wanted to memorize every little detail, every mole, every curve. An overwhelming desire glowed in them.
“Come here, Tzuyu-ah” she asked.
This time, it wasn’t a command, because just as Mina would give Tzuyu anything she asked for, Tzuyu would do anything her unnie asked of her. So she did, returning to the couch and settling in the space between her thighs, resting her back against Mina’s chest.
“Get comfortable” Mina said before helping her adjust.
Due to the height difference, it took them a moment to find the most comfortable position, with Tzuyu lying against her chest. Once she was well settled, Mina brought one of her hands to her knees to tell her to spread her legs. The couch barely had enough space for both of them, but thanks to Tzuyu’s hours of Pilates, that wasn’t a problem. She simply stretched one leg down to the floor, keeping the other bent on the couch, leaving enough room for Mina to move freely, even if it wasn’t necessary yet, as she had no intention of touching her where she needed her most – yet.
The caresses came first. While she planted kisses on her neck, shoulders, and back, her hands explored every part of her body. From her shoulders to her hands, from her collarbone to her chest, down her sides to her hips, and up again from her knee to her thighs. She alternated delicately between the lightest touch of her fingertips and the gentle drag of her nails, which from time to time made Tzuyu hiss
“This is how you have to start” she whispered in her ear while her hands mirrored her words. “It’s not about rushing, you have to build the tension, make the other person melt in your hands”.
Her next move was to drag her nails along her sides and then to her inner thighs, near her ruined underwear.
“See how your stomach tightens from anticipation?” she asked with a velvety voice.
Knowing that Mina was attentive to her every reaction made Tzuyu hyper-aware of her own sensations, of every response, and everything around her.
She felt Mina’s hands all over her. They had been warm for a while, yet every touch still sent shivers down her spine. Her lips, wet and swollen, still carried the taste of Mina’s mouth. She could feel the lingering traces of her kisses, licks, and bites on her skin, from her jaw to her shoulders, where Mina had the most access in that position. Her chest was still covered by a bra that no longer served a purpose. Between her legs, the heat of her desire clashed with the cool air, brushing against the damp spot spreading through her panties. The proof of how much she wanted Mina was impossible to hide.
With each touch, each kiss, each word, the slick heat between her thighs grew more intense. Holding the position was getting harder. With every sensation from Mina, her body jerked, seeking more. Moans fought to escape her throat, and keeping her legs open became a struggle.
Mina’s body wrapped around her, giving her warmth and a sense of protection, making her feel safe and comfortable between her arms and legs. Aware of her surroundings, Tzuyu noticed the contrast between the fabric of Mina’s pants and shirt, reminding her that she herself was still completely naked, and that the only skin-to-skin contact came from her hands and lips.
The air, thick and heavy, was filled with Mina’s perfume. It was soft but present enough to distinguish it among any other scent. And of course, her voice, deeper than usual, whispering every move and the intention behind it.
“Unnie, please…” Tzuyu pleaded, not quite knowing what she needed or was asking for.
“What do you want, Tzuyu-ah?” she asked before biting her earlobe.
Tzuyu stifled a moan, arched her back, and threw her head back, resting it on Mina’s shoulder. She took advantage of the motion to take control for a moment, moving impatiently and desperately. She brought one hand to Mina’s cheek, pulled her in, and kissed her hungrily, while the other guided Mina’s hand to her chest.
“Take it off, unnie”.
Obediently, Mina removed the bra in one swift motion and was finally able to touch her bare chest. They were about the same size as hers, but somehow they felt different in her hands. As she touched them, she leaned to look at her own actions over Tzuyu’s shoulder, not wanting to miss a thing, and her mouth watered. It was a shame that, in this position, she couldn’t take them into her mouth. She’d have to make it up to both of them.
First, she felt them out. Then she drew circles with her fingertips, making goosebumps rise. The nub stiffened, demanding attention. Mina pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, leaving Tzuyu breathless.
“Do you like this? Some people enjoy a little pain” she purred.
“Do it again” Tzuyu asked before pressing their lips together.
Mina hesitated for a second at the demanding tone in her voice. But this time, it wasn’t about teaching her a lesson but to show her how pleasure felt. So she gave in, sliding her tongue back into her mouth.
The kisses continued. Sometimes they were eager and heated, other times slow and passionate. All while Mina’s hands teased and played with her breasts, increasing Tzuyu’s desire and urgency, making her sigh and moan with every new contact.
“Touch me, unnie,” she begged, before confessing, “I can’t take it anymore… I need you there”.
Tzuyu felt Mina’s chest shake slightly as she let out a satisfied chuckle.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy” Mina whispered like a compliment.
The words that came out of her unnie's mouth made her blush. Hearing Mina so open, sharing not just emotions but sensations, felt strange and intimate. The quiet, elegant, reserved Mina was showing her rawest side, unfiltered and unrestrained. She was making it clear how much she liked seeing her like this, desperate, willing, and at her mercy. It was filthy and cruel, yes, but there was pleasure in having her like this, burning for something only she could give her.
“Before I touch you… before we begin with penetration, it’s important you’re ready,” she continued her explanation. “It’s not just about wanting it. Your body has to be prepared. If you’re not wet enough or properly lubricated, it won’t feel good. Sometimes you’re already soaked, but a little lube can be helpful... and fun. Saliva can also work wonders,” she murmured in her ear while her hands traced shapes over her thighs.
“Please” Tzuyu pleaded, like a prayer.
“Alright, don’t be impatient” she replied with a hint of condescension. “I want it to feel good. I need you to get unnie’s fingers wet, Tzuyu-ah”.
It wasn’t really necessary. They both knew that, and the wet stain spreading over her panties was proof. That didn’t stop Mina from slipping two fingers into her mouth, or Tzuyu from turning it into a lewd show. She knew how to play this game too.
Without hesitation, Tzuyu took her fingers to the knuckles into her mouth. She started by softly licking along the pads with the tip of her tongue, then slid between them, moving her head as if her mouth held something much bigger, bigger than Mina’s long fingers.
Despite their height difference, once so obvious, Mina’s fingers were slender and just a bit longer than hers. They felt perfect in her mouth.
Seeing Tzuyu with half lidded eyes, struggling to maintain eye contact as she licked and sucked on her fingers, took Mina’s breath away. It was an indecent image that clashed beautifully with the delicate, soft features of her angelic face. Mina wished she could burn it into her memory forever.
“You’re doing so well” she whispered, captivated by the other woman.
Gently, she withdrew her fingers from Tzuyu’s mouth and slid them down her body. With those same fingers, she brushed one of her erect nipples and dragged them across her stomach, leaving a shining trail down to her thighs, savoring every reaction. Every sound she made, every involuntary twitch from her touch.
Mina’s hands caressed her thighs from the knee to the border of her panties, which were no longer enough to contain the dripping arousal that reached the inside of her legs. When she realized it, she bit her lip, repressing a moan. Tzuyu noticed.
“No” she warned. “Don’t say anything”.
Tzuyu knew. She had felt it for a while, she was wet like never before. She was the one who took the initiative, reaching down to pull her panties off.
“Are you sure?” Mina asked.
“Yes” Tzuyu replied.
Then Mina placed her hands over hers, and together they rid her of the ruined garment.
Her hands returned to Tzuyu’s thighs, and that was when she noticed the slight tremble in them, a contradiction that was almost endearing. It felt ironic that Mina was the more nervous one between them, but it was cute. She seemed so confident, taking control and whispering each of her moves into her ear, just like she was doing now as she gently parted Tzuyu’s legs again and placed them back in their original position. Leaving her completely exposed.
The air in the room felt cold against her center, raising goosebumps all over her skin and making her clench around that same air, around nothing. Her body and mind begged for Mina, her lips, her hands, her kisses… her touch..
Mina, unaware, placed her lips along her neck while her fingers wnt back to tracing patterns on her legs. One of Tzuyu’s hands, which had been gripping the couch, moved to her chest and began to play with her nipple.
“I see you liked it. You’re doing very well” Mina said.
Placing her hand over hers, she guided the movement of her fingers, applying pressure, pinching her nipple between two fingers, making her moan.
Her moan was answered by another that escaped Mina’s lips, unexpected and needy. She wasn’t even the one being touched, yet she couldn’t help it. She was doing her best to stay composed, but the desire and her body betrayed her. At this point, she was just as intoxicated by sensation as the younger girl.
Mina was just as desperate to touch her as Tzuyu was to feel her. She could feel it in the heat radiating off her, in the way her body spasmed and pushed against her, in her inability to keep her hands to herself.
And yet, between caresses and gasps, a quiet doubt still lingered in Mina’s mind. Despite the other’s reactions and pleas, that voice persisted. She wondered if what they were doing was right, if she should fully give in to these impulses, if she would regret it once it was over, or what the others would think if they ever found out.
After all, this was Tzuyu. They all had a soft spot for her, just like they did for Chaeyoung. But she also stirred protective instinct in her friends, one that bordered on the maternal, especially in the older unnies.
“Do something, please” she begged.
The words pulled her from her thoughts, but it was what followed that made her act. Tzuyu pleaded again with her gaze, when her hips sought his hand as if it was the only thing that could soothe her. Mina knew what she had to do.
She let her thoughts fade and let her body answer in their place.
Her other hand ventured between her legs, finally touching her where she needed it most. Her movements were trembling yet steady, a result of nerves, desire, and the fear of letting her down.
The moment she touched her for the first time, it knocked the air out of her lungs. Tzuyu was completely soaked. It wasn’t just a damp spot in the center of her panties anymore, or a whispered plea against her ear. She could feel it, feel her desire at her fingertips. It was real.
The contact drew a moan from Mina at the same time Tzuyu let out a sigh of relief, as if releasing the breath she had been holding in all that time. Soft and small, just like the way she spoke, just like the way she moved around others, it was quiet and calm, like her. But it wasn’t restrained. She wasn’t trying to hold back, and her body didn’t take long to react.
Instinctively, she opened her legs wider, closing any remaining space between their bodies, but Mina didn’t rush.
Slowly, she slid her fingers, already coated in her wetness, between her folds, tracing over her lips. There was no hurry. The urgency still burned in her belly, but she didn’t want to rush her. Her movements were careful, oscillating between devotion and raw desire.
As she did, part of her mind was still questioning whether she was crossing a line, whether touching her like that meant risking their friendship. But the way Tzuyu sighed, trembled, and let herself go made those traces of doubt, fear and guilt slowly fade, replaced by a pulsing desire. She felt like she could come at any moment without even being touched.
Beneath her fingertips she felt warm, wet, and welcoming, turning every motion into an act of self-control.
Mina took her time getting to her clit. She didn’t need to see it to know it was swollen, sensitive, probably flushed. When she touched it, she was careful not to apply too much pressure. All it took was a tentative stroke to draw a moan from Tzuyu’s throat, louder than she had ever heard from her.
More touches followed. She stimulated her gently, lingering over every fold, pressing just a little harder when she least expected it, making her melt in her hands. From time to time, she shifted the rhythm, like she was tracing her with her fingers, as if she were memorizing her by touch. At first the circles were wide, drawing lazy eights, then she gradually tightened them. The scent of her arousal was becoming stronger, wrapping around them, thickening the air with her need.
It was almost a miracle that, in that moment, Mina remembered the purpose of all this.
“Does it feel good?” she asked softly, without stopping her movements.
“Really good” Tzuyu murmured, her voice unsteady.
“Remember, penetration isn’t necessary to reach orgasm” Mina whispered against her neck, her voice low. “For some people, or at certain times... the clit alone is enough. Sometimes it’s even better”.
Her voice, meant to sound calm, betrayed her anticipation. It had turned raspy, a few tones deeper than her usual delicate register, a voice that seemed to hide a moan behind it. She was just as desperate as the woman in her arms. She wanted this as much as she did, maybe even more. Even if she wasn't on the receiving end, even if she wasn’t the center of it all, she was still enjoying every second of it.
As she said this, she felt how Tzuyu’s body responded immediately, parting her legs and leaning in for more.
She already knew that. She had read about it in blogs, on social media, in academic texts and magazine articles. She didn’t lack information, but she lacked something else. Maybe it was experience. Or maybe it was something as simple as letting go. Whatever it was that had always been missing when she did it with her dates, with boyfriends, or even with herself, Mina was giving it to her now.
In that moment, her thoughts were silenced by the pleasure and by Mina, from her breath to the care she was giving her. Still, being wrapped up in Mina and having her be the only thing on her mind didn’t seem like enough.
She wanted more. She wanted to feel her inside, to have all of her.
All she had to do was ask.
“Inside…” was all she managed to say, overwhelmed by the pleasure that was getting closer and closer.
Mina didn’t need anything else. She had already been patient enough and didn’t want to risk overstimulating her, so without a second thought she gave in to her request. She gently moved her hand away from her center only to slide in two fingers, which Tzuyu received with a moan that was almost a cry. The rest of her body followed quickly, trembling at the contact and surrendering completely to Mina, ready to take in everything she wanted to give her.
Tzuyu could feel it. Everything.
The glide of Mina’s fingers inside her, the perfect pressure on her clit, the warm breath against her ear and the voice whispering words she didn’t even understand but that still set her on fire. Her whole body vibrated with every movement. Her center throbbed, clenching around Mina’s fingers not wanting to let them go.
The world shrank down to just that. The steady rhythm of fingers sliding in and out of her combined with the heat and the kind of desire she had never felt before.
Shame, doubts and fears had vanished, replaced by an insatiable need. Neither of them could think. She could only feel.
“Unnie... I can’t take it anymore” she confessed between gasps.
Mina, who had long lost any trace of composure in the rhythm she was moving with, could barely think either. She was burning up, drowning in the pleasure she was giving. The only thing that mattered now was Tzuyu and making her feel good. She had her in her arms, open and devoted, fully trusting her to take her to the edge.
Neither of them was loud. Tzuyu let out muffled whimpers and the occasional louder moan, making the sound of fingers moving in and out of her fill the room. It was as obscene as it was hot and it became almost hypnotic.
Mina was losing her mind with that same sound, mixed with the breathing that spilled from Tzuyu’s mouth. For a few seconds, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to taste her with her mouth, wondering what she would taste like. The thought stirred something deep inside but having Tzuyu clenching around her fingers grounded her.
When she felt how close she was, she made the effort to open her eyes just to see her face. Her brow was furrowed, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading on her forehead and her mouth parted, releasing nothing but shaky breaths and the occasional moan, slightly louder.
Not entirely sure whether it was frustration or pleasure, she tried to soothe her.
“You're almost there just... let go” Mina said, her voice somewhere between desire and tenderness. “Let go for unnie, Tzuyu-ah”.
A few more strokes were enough.
When the orgasm came, it wasn’t how Tzuyu had imagined it. It was like a volcano erupting, the release of all the tension she had been holding, but it didn’t hit her like a violent explosion. It came as a wave that took over her whole body. The tension that started deep in her center spread through every part of her with overwhelming intensity. As if something deep inside her had opened for the first time. Her chest contracted, her abdomen tensed and for a second she felt like the world around her had become a distant echo.
She cried out.
“Mina!”
It wasn’t loud but it carried a quiet intensity that echoed in both their chests. It was raw, dropping the honorifics for the first time.
Her legs tensed, her back arched, her center throbbed hard while Mina kept guiding her through the waves of pleasure.
And only then, Mina wrapped both arms around her with her fingers still inside and held her as her body trembled lightly from the climax that had finally come.
When her body stopped shaking and both their breaths began to settle Mina slowly pulled her fingers out of her. The emptiness of it made Tzuyu let out a sigh somewhere between relief and complaint. She thought it was over and opened her eyes daring to look at her for the first time without knowing what she would see.
Mina was bringing those same fingers to her mouth.
She sucked on them slowly letting her tongue glide over every inch like she wanted to savor her completely. She closed her eyes for a moment as a small smile formed on her face, the same one Tzuyu had seen many times when she was eating something delicious.
Tzuyu looked at her, still dazed, eyes half-lidded. She hadn’t expected it.
“Mina-unnie…” she murmured not knowing whether she was more surprised, embarrassed or turned on again.
Mina opened her eyes as if her own gesture had taken her by surprise too, like someone saying a thought out loud that was never meant to be shared.
That time it was both of them whose cheeks turned red. They just smiled and looked away while Mina finally pulled her fingers from her mouth, though not in much of a hurry.
“Sorry... I wanted to taste you” she tried to explain herself.
At that confession Tzuyu was left speechless. The shyness came back but so did a new warmth growing inside her.
Then she shifted her position, feeling how her body was still a little unsteady and placed her hands on either side of Mina’s head, climbing back into her lap. This time face to face. She could feel her breath brushing her lips as she tried to catch her own.
Mina looked beautiful. Her lips were parted red and swollen with a shine around the edges. The blush on her cheeks reached all the way to her ears and almost distracted from the constellation of freckles scattered across her face. Her eyes, which always carried a trace of nostalgia, were shining in a way Tzuyu had never seen before. Her entire face was lit up with pure bliss. And her hair was a mess but Tzuyu couldn’t focus on that with her lips so close.
Tzuyu kissed her with hunger while her hands searched for somewhere to land.
It wasn’t until Mina felt one of her hands on her thigh that she understood what Tzuyu was trying to do. Then she looked into her eyes seeking confirmation.
“Let me... let me return the favor” she whispered as she ventured closer to her center.
In that moment Mina became aware of how sticky and uncomfortable her underwear felt. She couldn’t ignore the desire. But she couldn’t ignore Tzuyu’s expression either, realizing that there were probably too many things running through her head.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to” she said gently, stopping her hand. “I enjoyed this just as much as you did”.
“Really?” Tzuyu asked with a knot between her brows, in disbelief.
Mina recognized that look instantly. She had seen it many times before when Tzuyu tried to figure out if someone was being honest or just teasing her. She couldn’t help but laugh softly. She cupped her face with both hands and gave her a small soft impulsive kiss like she just couldn’t help herself when she looked that adorable.
“I think you already felt it” she whispered against her lips with a mischievous smile. “But I can tell there are too many thoughts in your head right now and there’s no need to rush”.
Tzuyu took a breath and bit her lip. Yes she had felt it. It had only been a second a brush over the fabric of her panties but they were completely soaked. And for a moment she wondered what Mina would taste like.
“The next time... if you still want to” Mina offered.
Deep down Tzuyu’s insistence on making her feel good came from a new fear of being rejected or having crossed some kind of line and taken too much from her friend’s generosity. But hearing that Mina was open to the idea of it happening again, kept those fears away. It allowed her to let go again, to trust Mina’s experience.
Tzuyu still wasn’t entirely convinced that Mina had truly enjoyed it as much without being touched the way she had intended. But she knew she was right. And even though pleasure was still fogging her thoughts she was aware that right now she wouldn’t have known what to do.
“Okay... the truth is my body kind of hurts” she said as she stretched and got up.
Her legs felt like jelly and now that Mina’s lips were no longer on her neck and her cold hands weren’t on her skin, she realized she wouldn’t have lasted much longer cramped up on the couch. She was starting to feel it all over.
While she was focused on stretching, trying to bring feeling back into some of her limbs, she didn’t even realize she was completely naked.
Of course Mina was very aware of it and couldn’t take her eyes off her body. She was watching her in silence, taking delight in every detail, like someone admiring a sculpture in a museum. Especially when she turned around leaving her ass fully exposed for a couple of seconds.
It couldný be compared to feeling her under her hands but seeing her like that – so real, so present still took her breath away.
She had seen her body before. At the beach, in locker rooms or while getting ready before a night out. But this time was different. From that angle she looked even taller. Her tanned skin had reddish marks spread along her neck, her chest and her hips. Beads of sweat rolled down her flat stomach and stopped at the carefully trimmed patch of hair. And her gaze drifted down, settling on her center, where the remains of her arousal drew a glistening thread between her thighs.
If it didn’t happen again, Mina was sure she’d always regret it. Not tasting her, not drinking straight from the source of her desire, had become something she craved so badly it felt unbearable.
That same thought snapped her out of it when she noticed Tzuyu looking at her, with the same expression she’d had seen when Mina brought her fingers to her mouth.
“I... I just needed to stretch” she mumbled, trying not to cover herself with her hands. “I need a bigger couch.”
Both of them laughed and Mina shifted on the sofa with her arms open.
“Come here. Get comfortable” she said in a sweet tone not entirely free of authority.
Tzuyu didn’t resist. She curled up in her arms this time finding a more comfortable position.
“Are you okay?” Mina asked as she gently stroked her arm.
“I am. Are you?”.
“I am. I really enjoyed it. And you should believe that. I feel very lucky” she dared to say out loud.
She wasn’t someone who usually said those things. Neither was Tzuyu. That’s why they usually needed to have the controller in their hands and their eyes on the screen. But after what they’d just done and without having to look each other in the eye it was easier to admit things.
Now curled up in each other’s arms they could be honest while they traced soft lines with their fingers and fidgeting with each other's hands and simply enjoying the other’s presence.
Between confessions and teasing Mina made sure that Tzuyu was really okay and that she’d truly had a good time while Tzuyu confirmed that Mina had enjoyed it too and carefully tested the waters to see if it might happen again sometime soon.
By the time there was nothing left to say the sun had long stopped filtering through the curtains and the lamp was the only thing lighting the living room. It was fully night now and at some point the console had timed out long ago.
Tzuyu offered for her to stay and although Mina is a homey person, she didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment. The truth was neither of them wanted to move away from the other. So she stayed.
The youngest showered first. She took those few minutes alone to try to process everything that had just happened. They met again in the bedroom with only a few quiet words. She still couldn’t quite believe it.
Mina showered after and took longer than she had. For a moment Tzuyu wondered if maybe she needed a moment to handle the tension she hadn’t yet released. She didn’t dare to ask.
While the sound of the running water filled the apartment she left a change of clothes on the bed for her. One of her oversized t-shirts with printed little dogs slightly faded.
Mina was back in the room and she had her wet hair falling loose over her collarbone and over the marks that Tzuyu had left on her skin. She wore nothing but a towel and a playful smile on her face. That image alone was enough for Tzuyu to feel like she needed another moment to herself, so she used the excuse of giving her some privacy to change
The clothes were too big for her. Her shirt reached halfway down her thighs covering the shorts underneath. Tzuyu looked at her and wondered if she could smell her scent on the clothes. That thought made her blush.
She looked at her again. She thought of all the times she had been in that same position, wearing something that belonged to a boyfriend. This was also a first. Now she understood why all those guys liked seeing her in their clothes.
It was something small but intimate.
Something seemingly insignificant to Tzuyu felt like a certainty. She liked women. And she might like Mina.
Seeing her in her shirt after everything they had shared didn’t feel strange. It felt natural. Ordinary. Like it had always been meant to be that way.
That same warmth in her chest came back when they went to bed together and she felt Mina wrap her in her arms under the sheets. It was instinctual, but Tzuyu didn’t pull away.
For the first time Tzuyu had reached orgasm.
For the first time Mina had let go, losing control.
It was the first time Tzuyu had been with a woman and the first time Mina crossed that line with a friend.
And that night, for the first time, the boundaries of friendship blurred.
