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“What the fuck do you mean you’ve never had sex?!”
Just about the whole cafe turns to look at their table. It’s times like this that Jimin wishes she’d gone for her childhood dream of being a racecar driver instead of going to college. Then, she wouldn’t have met the pain in the ass that is her best friend.
“Thanks for that, Aeri,” she says once people inevitably go back to minding their own business. “Why don’t you write the papers about it? Or call up a news station? That’d be a more effective way to get the word out.”
Aeri has the decency to look apologetic, but presses on regardless. “We’ve been friends for years and you never told me you’re a virgin. And I tell you everything about my sex life. I’m not just surprised, but a little offended, too.”
“Who said anything about being a virgin?” Jimin asks. Aeri makes a confused face, so she elaborates. “I’ve— done stuff.”
She has. In her late high school years and as a freshman undergrad before she threw herself into her studies. A blowjob here, a handjob there, and of course always returning the favor—which does count as sex to her. She’s just never… gone all the way. She doesn’t really know why.
“You’re a virgin until you put your dick in someone’s hole,” Aeri replies, not too loud but loud enough to turn a few faces again and make Jimin fear they might (rightfully) get kicked out from this establishment.
“I’m gonna shove my dick up your hole if you don’t learn to keep your goddamn voice down,” she hisses. The mischievous grin on her best friend’s face makes her regret it immediately.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Aeri says, and Jimin rolls her eyes. Every time. “So what have you done?”
“If you think I’m gonna detail my intimate life to you while we’re sitting in a crowded coffee shop, you’re out of your damn mind. And quit being nosy, will you?”
“Excuse me if I’m shocked to find out that my best friend of six years is a 25-year-old virgin.”
Jimin crosses her arms under her chest and leans back on her chair. “Virginity is an outdated social construct invented by the patriarchy to facilitate the oppression of women. I will not play into these predatory ideals.”
“Fair point, but if anyone else hears you saying that in this context, prepare to become the resident loser virgin for the rest of your life,” Aeri says. “How the hell have you not gone all the way? Why? I know it’s not from lack of options—I saw the hot pieces of ass that threw themselves at you back on campus.”
Jimin sighs, and takes a sip from the half-empty iced coffee to her right. A necessary prerequisite to deal with Aeri.
“I don’t have the time to waste on trivial things like that, Aeri. A master’s degree doesn’t just complete itself, does it? Why pay for higher education just to not learn anything because I’m too busy sleeping around?”
Aeri rolls her eyes. “God, you are a loser. Babe, I swear there’s no harm in having a little bit of carnal fun in between sessions of fucking your beloved textbooks.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“He’d love your commitment to abstinence, yes.”
She grabs a sugar packet from the table and throws it at Aeri, who only laughs when it hits her in the collarbone.
“I’m not abstinent, you animal. I’m just— I’m not a sexual person, I don’t know. I don’t see why rush it. It doesn't bother me that I haven’t gone all the way.”
“Well, it bothers me, and that’s what matters most,” Aeri says, leaning in over the table. “We have to get your cherry popped.”
“Oh my God.”
Aeri pulls her phone out of her pocket and Jimin wishes she’d slept through her alarm this morning. “I’m gonna get you laid, my friend.”
“Aeri, please put the phone down. What are you doing?”
Jimin knows it’s useless, so she doesn’t try to do anything about it. Only groans and hides her face in her hands, because Aeri is as stoppable as a thousand-ton boulder falling downhill when she sets her mind to something.
“I’m gonna find someone to deflower you.”
“God, I— I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to hit you across the head with a really rusty metal pipe. I think right now would be a great time to find the fuck out.”
“You’ll thank me when you’ve been thoroughly introduced to the mind-blowing world of vaginal sex.”
Jimin wants to put rocks in Aeri’s pockets and throw her into the Han River.
By the time they leave the coffee shop, Karina is the newest addition to the list of profiles in some mildly sketchy website for anonymous lesbian hookups. Jimin doesn’t like the look of it any more than she likes the idea of having what’s essentially a newspaper advertisement asking if anyone wants to have sex with her, and she feels conflicted about using the baptismal name her mother gave her to find someone to take her virginity.
The pictures in Karina’s profile are mostly mirror selfies Aeri pulls from her Instagram and none of them show anything on Jimin’s face, save for a few front-camera shots that include her lips. Aeri recommends she adds one of herself in grey sweatpants later, “if you know what I mean,” and all Jimin wants is to disappear into thin air.
Karina is apparently looking for a no-strings-attached one-night stand, and that’s pretty much the only thing her bio says. No long walks on the beach, no live music or anything about her zodiac sign—and certainly nothing about being a virgin. Aeri explicitly states that Jimin is forbidden from mentioning that fact.
It’s not like she doesn’t understand why, but it still feels wrong to lie about something like that.
In her own time, despite her complicated feelings about it, Jimin figures that there really is no harm in just having a little fun for a night. It’s probably a good life experience, too—and she can’t deny being a little curious about what it feels like.
Which is how she ends up in the parking lot of some expensive-looking hotel, sitting in the car and staring at the front doors like she hopes they’ll come to life and force her to finally walk in.
“Maybe I should just go back home,” she tells her phone, trying to soothe herself by lightly scratching the steering wheel with her nails. “I don’t know. This is just weird.”
Aeri’s voice comes out a little muffled, courtesy of the parking lot’s poor wifi connection. “Babe, it’s fine. Just go in, dance the samba, and come tell me every last detail about it when you’re done.”
“You make it sound so easy…” Jimin mutters as she opens up her hookup-to-be’s profile on her phone for what seems to be the 20th time tonight.
Winter. She’s twenty-two and was the first person to swipe right on Jimin. Jimin—or rather, Karina—matched with her immediately, as if her thumb developed a mind of its own when she saw the pictures Winter had up of her body. Winter ended up messaging her first, too, making a very forward comment about the picture of Jimin in grey sweats (which she did end up adding to her profile).
Before Jimin knew it, she was given a time and place. 8 p.m. at this hotel south of the Han River. She was told to wear the sweatpants, which she was going to do until she looked up the address and was met with a fucking luxury 5-star hotel. She’d feel inadequately dressed in a 1.5-million-won suit in this place.
“What if she’s a serial killer? Worse, what if she’s a man catfishing?”
“Jimin, I don’t think she’d have you pulling up to fucking Gangnam if she was planning to kill you. And if she’s a catfisher, you better suck it up and do whatever that rich man tells you to. Mama wants a yacht.”
Jimin rolls her eyes. It’s 7:54 now, and she’s been sitting in her car for about twenty minutes letting Aeri try to work up her courage (key word: try, because she still feels entirely unprepared.)
Is she wearing too little? Too much? Did she bring enough condoms? Should she have gotten flowers? Done her hair differently? Oh God. One-night stands with beautiful rich women are not for the overthinkers.
“I’m going in,” she says, more to herself than to Aeri, but she doesn’t move. Only wraps her hands tighter around the steering wheel. “I am. I’m going.”
“You might wanna open the door first,” Aeri says after a few seconds pass.
Jimin nods. She might. But she doesn’t.
“I am so gonna fuck this up,” she says. “That or I’m getting murdered. Those are the only options.”
“Or you’ll have a wonderful orgasm. Maybe more than one. There’s a third.”
“And that’s another thing—” Jimin starts, and Aeri groans impatiently. “The orgasm. Fuck, I’m gonna come too quickly. What if it takes me, like, forty seconds? I’ll feel like some pathetic teenager.”
“Jimin—”
“Oh, and what if she’s into some really weird shit, like piss or— or poo? Oh my God, Aeri, what if she wants to ‘Two Girls One Cup’? Or smell my armpits? I think I’d cry. What if—”
“Yu Jimin, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t go inside that building and wreck that girl’s shit right now, I’m gonna walk over there myself and drag you into her room by your goddamn hair.”
Jimin takes a deep breath.
“Fine.”
She doesn’t feel ready, nowhere near it, but she opens the door and steps out of the car.
“Wait, that worked?” Aeri asks, sounding downright giddy. “Damn, I should become a life coach. I’m so motivational.”
“You are getting hung up on, that’s what you are,” Jimin warns as she starts heading towards the entrance, heart beating like it’s trying to escape her chest.
“Aw, you mean I can’t stay on the line and hear your cherry getting popped?”
Jimin hangs up. She shoots Aeri a quick text telling her to keep an eye on her location right as the automatic doors slide open for her.
And really, she has no business being in a place like this. Her entire fucking apartment could probably fit in the lobby, all marble columns and crystal chandeliers and white roses, grand piano in one corner and a water fountain in another. She feels like she’s gonna owe the company 500,000 won just for using the doors.
Winter had told her to go to the bar when she walks in. Said bar is to her right when she looks around—much to Jimin’s relief, since this place is built like a palace and she’s pretty sure she would’ve gotten lost trying to hunt down anything that required her to go into a hallway or anything of the sort. She walks over and finds the bartender, a woman in a black vest over a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her upper forearms.
“I’m looking for Winter,” Jimin tells her as she’d previously been instructed.
The bartender looks up from the glass she’s wiping dry and raises an eyebrow. “Oh wow.”
Jimin feels her face burn up immediately. Oh wow? What the hell does that mean? Is this Winter’s friend? Does she know what she’s here for? Oh my God, did Winter tell people? Now a bunch of strangers are gonna know about it if she’s a bad lay. Fuck.
“Over at that corner. Table 22.” The woman nods towards the back of the bar, a small smirk on her lips. “Good luck, champ. She’s a handful.”
Alright, so this is going great.
There aren’t many people in the bar. It’s a bit of a shock for a Friday night, but Jimin is happy she doesn’t have to fight the voices of strangers to be able to hear the thousands of different thoughts going through her head.
It does make the face at table 22 very easy to spot—and it’s certainly not Winter’s. Jimin starts considering going back to ask the bartender if she was sure she’d given her the right table, until the figure she’d been pointed to stands up with a smile as she approaches in hesitant steps.
“You must be Karina,” he says, offering her his hand. She contemplates all her life choices as she takes it, because she never expected she’d meet so many people in suits on her way to hook up with some anonymous person off the internet. “I’m Minho.”
“Nice to meet you…?”
Minho nods. “Yeah, likewise. I just need you to sign this for me, then I can take you to her room.”
When Jimin looks down, two pieces of paper cluttered with printed writing stare right back at her. At the top, the bold, large letters stick out like a tiger in a litter of kittens:
NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT
“Non— non-disclosure?” She frowns and looks back up at Minho, who presses his lips together in a thin line that says yeah, I get it. “Why do I have to sign an NDA?”
“It’ll make more sense when you see her…” He scratches the back of his neck.
They stand in silence for a second.
“Is this a prank?”
“It’s not.”
“This is totally a prank.”
“I assure you it’s not. Winter just needs this… meeting of yours to be completely private. I’m sure you have no problem with that, right?”
Jimin scoffs. “Well, considering a lady bartender and some buff guy in a suit already know about it, I think that ship has kind of sailed, no?”
Minho laughs a bit awkwardly as he hands her a pen that looks like it costs more than Jimin’s phone. “We’re under NDA’s too, so um… you don’t have to worry about that.”
Jimin’s never been so confused in her life.
She doesn’t know if this is a bad idea, but Minho doesn’t look like a serial killer or an organ harvester, so she signs the contract—even with her brain yelling at her to flee while she can.
“Is this some kind of pyramid scheme thing? Did you and the bartender start out by matching with Winter too?” Jimin asks, mostly joking, as Minho tucks her NDA into a folder.
“Oh no, I would never,” he says. “I’m her bodyguard.”
Jimin blinks. Stares at him like she’s waiting for him to start laughing and say he’s just kidding.
Laughter never comes. He just finishes packing the folder into his bag and stands there looking right back at her.
“What about, um… her?” she asks, pointing in the direction of the bar.
Minho shrugs. “That’s Ryujin. She just works here.” He swings his bag over his shoulder and starts walking towards the exit. Jimin follows. “I think they did hook up once, though.”
This feels unreal. Like, literally. Jimin feels like she should pinch herself to see if she’s dreaming. Ryujin gives her a smirk and a wink as they walk out of the bar, and the more time passes the less prepared she feels for what she could possibly be facing when she gets to Winter’s room.
Minho, bless his heart, tries his best. His best just makes it worse, unfortunately—the last thing Jimin wants to hear in this moment is that she “shouldn’t worry, because we do this all the time,” implying she’s about to have sex with someone who’s both famous enough to be handing out NDA’s on the regular and experienced enough to most likely clock that she’s a virgin within minutes.
He even asks if she wants some “tips” (because apparently dealing with this Winter person is complicated enough for both the bartender and her bodyguard to offer her advice), and though Jimin kind of does, she vehemently refuses to let him keep talking. He nods awkwardly like he understands, and they go the rest of the elevator ride to the top floor without saying a word to each other.
“Here we are,” Minho says once they reach a room hidden in the far corner of the hallway. “I prefer not to stick around for the grand reveal, so you’re welcome to knock on the door to let her know you’re here. Um… Good luck, friend. Be safe. I never know what to say at this point.”
With that and a pat to her shoulder, he quickly walks off, leaving Jimin to stress all by herself.
Fortunately or not, she doesn’t get the chance to dwell on whether to knock or run away, because the door opens and Jimin gets pulled into the room by the collar of her shirt before Minho even has the chance to reach the stairs. She snaps her head so quickly she swears it almost twists out of her neck, and sweet Jesus.
The person standing in front of her, all elegant brown eyes and bleached blonde hair and devastatingly full lips, is the most beautiful woman Jimin has ever seen in her entire life. She has a sharp jawline and skin so pale it leaves Jimin wondering if she got her name from blending into the snow, and Jimin can tell she’s not wearing much—if anything—under her white robe because her collarbones and chest are looking right back at her, as are her stupidly gorgeous thighs.
But also—Jimin has not the slightest idea who the fuck this is.
It says less about Winter’s relevance than it does about Jimin’s complete oblivion when it comes to anything related to celebrities or social media. Really, Jimin is so technologically illiterate she might as well not even have a phone, so she never hears about famous people unless Aeri goes off to her about the latest controversy or breakup (which she never really cares much about anyway.)
But with everything she just went through the past ten minutes or so, Jimin expected to at least recognize this girl from a movie or something. Instead, this makes her feel like a grandmother. Worse, even; judging by how Winter is beautiful enough to drive a few thousand Spartans into Troy, even Jimin’s grandmother would probably know who she is.
Winter speaks before she can even think to. “A picture would last you longer.”
Oh, so she’s got jokes. Perfect.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin says. Still staring. “You just kind of look like an angel.”
She doesn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the words leave her mouth without asking for consent. Winter eyes her up and down, the grin on her face unmistakably amused.
“Hell of a pick-up line.”
“Is it really a pick-up line if you’re already almost fully naked in front of me in a hotel room?”
“Potato, potato.” Winter hooks her fingers around the belt hoops of Jimin’s pants and pulls her closer. She has a soft scent of flowers and baby powder and wine, and it all makes Jimin impossibly dizzy. “You wanna fuck or what?”
“Wait, um—” She places her hands on Winter’s shoulders to keep some distance between them. “Are you, um… are you famous?”
Winter cocks an eyebrow. “What?”
“It’s not a big deal! I think. Shit, maybe it is. I don’t know, I’m just—” Jimin takes a deep breath, and pulls her hands back because touching Winter right now feels weird for some reason. “Shit, I’m sorry, am I being a total dick right now? I don’t want you to think I’m implying you’re not relevant or anything, I’m just not in tune with celebrities or whatever, so I don’t really recognize you but all that NDA and bodyguard business makes me think you’re probably someone I should recognize— Oh, and this hotel is really nice, way too nice for a normal person to be able to afford—”
“Hey,” Winter says, and it’s only now that Jimin notices how much she’s been talking. “You’re rambling.”
She presses her lips together as though restraining herself from saying more. Winter smiles, and there’s a few seconds of silence before she speaks again.
“So you really don’t know who I am?” she asks, almost teasingly, making Jimin’s face burn up as she shakes her head. “Good.”
Jimin frowns. “Good?”
“Good,” Winter repeats.
“I don’t understand.”
Suddenly, there’s a hand on Jimin’s chest, pushing her further into the room until the back of her knees hit the bed and she’s forced to sit. Winter immediately straddles her lap and Jimin almost forgets how to breathe.
“It’s Karina, right?” Right. She almost forgot about the whole fake name thing. “You don’t need to understand. I’m Winter to you, and that’s that. Deal?”
Jimin almost comes up with a fully-developed thought, but then Winter’s mouth is on her neck and she has no chance at anything remotely coherent when those lips feel just as good on her skin as she thought they would. She feels them twist into a smirk against her jawline when she lets out a gasp and grabs Winter’s hips on instinct, and all of a sudden it doesn’t matter if this girl is famous or if Jimin is the only person in the world to her because she has to be the hottest fucking woman ever born.
Winter has a smile on her face when she pulls back to look at Jimin, whose heart starts beating way too damn quickly when Winter’s hand finds the belt of her robe and pulls it loose. Her robe falls open to reveal bony shoulders and collarbones and a lacy pink bra that has Jimin’s mouth watering.
It should come as no surprise that a rich woman like Winter would be wearing lingerie that looks this expensive. She probably wears matching sets from the most luxurious of fashion brands just to go grocery shopping, really. Nevertheless, Jimin feels like she’s in heaven.
“Shit,” she whispers, in shock and not entirely on purpose. Winter chuckles in a way that makes her abdomen flex, calling attention to how pretty and defined her stomach is, and Jimin vaguely wonders if it’d be weird to tell her she has a nice bellybutton. “Your body is… insane,” she says instead.
“So I’ve heard,” Winter replies. She tosses the robe blindly, rendering herself nude save for her underwear.
Jimin’s dick is almost painfully hard already, and she knows Winter notices because it is quite literally pressed up against the underside of her thigh and Jimin is pretty sure the grinding motion she’s doing on it is anything but unintentional.
Winter leans in again to claim Jimin’s neck. The warm tongue lapping at the sensitive patch of skin under her jaw with what could only be desperation makes Jimin’s mind hazy, but she pushes through it just enough to be able to slide her hand up Winter’s back and undo the clasp of her bra.
The mouth on her neck vibrates lightly with a chuckle as Jimin pulls the straps down Winter’s shoulders. Her hand finds the back of her head and tugs gently on her hair until Winter’s pulling back, and oh.
Jimin hasn’t seen boobs in years. She honestly forgot how hard it makes her to take a girl’s bra off and be met with a gorgeous pair of tits, and Winter’s are just so pretty.
They’re not the biggest; each must be just about a handful, and Jimin fucking loves it. Loves how small and pink her areolas are, nipples perky and hard and just calling the ever living fuck out of her name as she stares down at them with eyes full of wonder.
She lowers her head with no hesitation, hungrily wrapping her lips around Winter’s nipple. Winter arches into the touch and throws her head back, hand rushing to grab onto the back of Jimin’s head and tug at her hair.
“Karina—” she gasps, rocking her hips on Jimin’s lap in search of friction, and Jimin palms her ass as encouragement as she rolls her tongue around Winter’s nipple. Her free hand finds her unattended breast and she circles the areola with her thumb.
Winter is a whiner. Jimin takes note of that very quickly when she releases her nipple with a wet pop and her sounds go from soft to more desperate and a bit louder.
She smirks against the curve of Winter’s breast, tracing kisses along her chest until she reaches her left tit and teases the nipple with her tongue. She closes her mouth around it and sucks with abandon, cheeks hollowing as she does, and Winter lets out a particularly loud moan and arches her back at it.
Jimin takes it in with pride. She looks up at Winter with doe eyes, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to pull her impossibly close.
“Take your pants off,” Winter whines breathily, hand tight around the fabric of Jimin’s shirt. She’s looking down at Jimin with sultry eyes that make it very hard to say no. “I wanna feel more of you.”
She keeps her mouth on Winter’s tits as she sneaks a hand between their bodies and reaches for her zipper. It’s messy and a bit awkward to do with a woman on her lap, but Jimin manages to slide her jeans down and kick them off her legs. Winter takes it upon herself to pull Jimin’s shirt off, too, leaving her in nothing but her boxers and sports bra.
When Jimin looks back up, Winter is staring down at the outline of her cock through her underwear. An angry vein stretches across the length and her tip almost sneaks out of the hem of her boxers’ leg like it’s begging to come out, a small wet spot already darkening the fabric with precum.
“A picture would last you longer,” Jimin says with a smirk. Winter looks up with the haste of a teenager who’s been caught with a Playboy, but surprise is quickly replaced with a laugh at being reminded of her own words from earlier.
“What can I say?” she asks, tracing a gentle finger up Jimin’s shaft. Jimin’s cock twitches and Winter smiles proudly, taking it as her go-ahead to take it further by going back to grinding on her. “Been a while since I’ve taken cock that big.”
Without the rough fabric of Jimin’s jeans covering her, the feeling of Winter’s pussy—albeit clothed, too—rubbing on her cock drives her a bit insane. She can no longer focus on kissing Winter’s skin or teasing her tits or even admiring her beauty, because her mind is locked in on the friction, focused on not fucking coming before anything real actually happens.
But if Winter keeps rolling her hips like that, Jimin is gonna bust before her dick is even out of her underwear. Her earlier rant to Aeri comes to mind, and suddenly she’s overtaken by concern and guilt all over again.
I’m gonna come too quickly. What if it takes me, like, forty seconds? I’ll feel like some pathetic teenager.
She’s been able to mask her virginity thus far, but if she comes practically untouched, Jimin is done for. Winter will be so disappointed and mad and will probably laugh at her with Minho the bodyguard and Ryujin the bartender and whoever else may be NDA-bound in this damn hotel. Oh, God, there it is; there’s the fear.
“Wait, Winter— wait,” she stammers, wrapping her hands firmly around Winter’s hips. The latter stops moving with a confused pout on her lips.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um…” Jimin sighs. “I gotta tell you something before we go further.”
Winter doesn’t respond, only looks at her and frowns.
“I—” Jimin tries, releasing her hold on Winter’s hips. She doesn’t miss the way Winter’s eyes follow her hands as they drop to her sides on the mattress. “I’m. A virgin.”
Winter blinks.
“What?”
“Well, um— virgin by… certain standards. Like, penis-in-vagina standards. I’ve been with girls. Not as of recently. It’s been a few years, actually— well, you know, that’s kind of neither here nor there right now. Point is, virgin. Me.”
Winter looks at her in silence for a second, eyes a bit narrow like she’s waiting for a punchline to jump out at her. It does not.
“...and you decided to tell me this while I’m sitting on your cock with my tits out?”
Jimin lowers her head, no longer willing to make eye contact—even though looking down means staring right at Winter’s boobs, which kind of makes all of this harder. No pun intended.
“I was specifically told to not say anything about it.”
“Told? Told by who?”
“My best friend. I told her I was a virgin, which turned out to be a mistake because she became deadset on making me get laid, and then you matched with me and she said you’d never want to um—” Jimin scratches the back of her head, finding it hard to believe that this is her life right now. “She said you wouldn’t fuck me if you knew I was a virgin.”
“Oh,” Winter says, and there’s no way in hell Jimin could possibly decipher what it means if she tried.
“Well, um…” Jimin clears her throat and pushes past her fears to look up at Winter again, eyes full of shame. Winter’s face remains unreadable. “I’m sorry. If you want me to leave, I get that.”
Silence builds up again and Jimin expects many things; for Winter to call her a weirdo and a creep, or slap her, or just laugh in her face—but the absolute last thing she could’ve ever thought would happen is for gentle fingers to take hold of her jaw and lift it, forcing her eyes to properly meet Winter’s.
For a moment, Jimin thinks Winter is going to kiss her.
“I don’t care that you’re a virgin,” Winter says instead, her voice soft. “I’m frankly surprised that you managed to last— how old did you say you were again?”
Jimin swallows. “Um. Twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five years without putting that dick to good use. Either way, you’re cute.” A slight smile forms on her lips, and she strokes Jimin’s cheek with her thumb. “And pretty. I don’t mind helping you out.”
Jimin frowns like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “Really?”
“Well…” Winter lets go of Jimin’s jaw to snake her hand up the side of her face until her fingers are buried under black locks of hair. “Since you’ve never done this before, I’m not too confident about how long you’re gonna last… which is fine, but a girl still has her needs—”
“Whatever you want,” Jimin intercepts. “Seriously. Anything.”
Winter’s smile grows into an unbelievably attractive mixture of wicked and amused that drains Jimin’s lungs of all their air. She presses a thumb to Jimin’s bottom lip, stroking it gently, and Jimin puts her hands back on her hips.
“How eager,” Winter mutters, not quite putting much focus into her words. She moves her thumb higher, testing the waters—almost hesitantly so—but Jimin shamelessly gives way for it to slide past her lips and into her mouth, and Winter’s smile only widens at the way she closes up around it. “I was kind of hoping to get fucked senseless tonight, but… God, aren't you a pretty little thing. I don’t even mind getting it gentle if it’s from you.”
Jimin feels a light warmth creep up on her face, but when Winter’s thumb applies the smallest amount of pressure onto her tongue, she can’t help but hollow her cheeks around it. She maintains eye contact as she sucks, encouraged by the way Winter’s expression slowly melts into something more sultry and clearly lost in lust.
Her hands are wrapping around the underside of Winter’s thighs as soon as her thumb leaves Jimin’s mouth. Winter gasps in surprise and grabs her shoulders tightly, though she’s soon letting go when she’s practically thrown onto the bed.
Jimin climbs on after her, crawling on the mattress until she’s hovering over Winter. “I could still make you forget your own name,” she whispers into Winter’s ear. Her lips find Winter’s neck and she begins trailing chaste kisses down pale skin, mind drowning in the whimpers and gasps she’s letting out.
Winter’s fingers bury themselves in soft locks of black hair at the same time Jimin’s own hook into pink lace and she tugs Winter’s panties down her legs blindly. She kisses down her collarbones at the same time, leading a path down her chest until she reaches Winter’s breasts.
Impatient fingers sneak between Winter’s legs, grazing her inner thighs and treading dangerously close to her now-bare pussy. Winter’s head tips back at the contact, however light it may be, and Jimin grins against her chest.
“Is this okay?” Jimin mutters between kisses.
“That’s— that’s the last thing you need to be asking—”
She scrapes her teeth against the sensitive skin of Winter’s nipple, and Winter gasps.
“You’re dripping, Winter,” Jimin says, still teasing her inner thigh. “I haven’t even touched you properly and my fingers are already wet.”
The sound that comes out of Winter when a middle finger finally dips into her heat is a whiny, angelic thing that echoes in Jimin’s mind as she scopes out the feeling of Winter’s cunt around her. She’s warm and tight, and Jimin’s cock twitches just at the thought, but she doesn’t touch herself.
“Another?” Jimin asks, and places a kiss between Winter’s breasts.
Winter nods frantically, attempting something that lies between a plea and a flat-out whimper. Jimin slips her ring finger in with ease and has to close her eyes to contain herself because Winter feels so fucking good.
She gives Winter a second to adjust that she doesn’t need, made evident by the way her hips so weakly rock upwards against Jimin’s touch, before she starts pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Karina, fuck—” Winter chokes out, arching her back in reaction. Jimin draws her head back and pushes Winter back down with a hand to her collarbone.
“Stay still for me,” Jimin commands as she lowers herself, maintaining eye contact the whole way down until she’s hovering over Winter’s pussy. She watches slick-coated fingers slide in and out at a steady pace, and her mouth waters at the sight. “So pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. Even this,” she mutters before wrapping her lips around Winter’s clit in a languid kiss that has her clinging to the sheets under them for dear life.
“Fuck!” Winter screams, and her thighs try to close up involuntarily, but Jimin is quick to hold her open with her free hand.
She drags her tongue flat and slow over Winter’s clit, and the whimpers that it elicits are almost as good as the way she tastes. It’s not quite enough, leaving Jimin craving more like she depends on it to survive, so she retracts her fingers—much to Winter’s dismay, but only briefly, as Jimin immediately replaces them with her tongue.
She thrusts it inside of Winter and quickly moves her thumb to rub circles on her clit like an apology, like she knows it won’t be enough but can’t help how desperately she wants every taste bud of hers to be submerged in Winter at her rawest. Her warm cunt wraps around Jimin’s tongue and the heavenly taste of something heavy and tangy hits her immediately.
They moan in unison and the light vibration of it has Winter pulling at Jimin’s hair. She savors every part of it; every whimper that comes out of Winter, every broken attempt at grinding her hips. Jimin drowns in it, licks inside of her like she’s trying to memorize how every centimeter of Winter’s walls feel when they clench around her tongue.
Jimin whines into her and it’s almost pathetic, because her cock is still so hard in her boxers and she’s gotten no relief and it hurts—but she still doesn’t touch herself. Doesn’t so much as grind against the mattress, because not even her own aching desire could distract her from Winter right now.
Regardless, the question of how good it’ll feel to be inside Winter keeps turning over in her head, and it’s making her restless.
Jimin’s lips are shiny and swollen when she pulls back. She places a gentle kiss on Winter’s pelvis, partially to apologize once again and partially to get her attention.
“I wanna try something out,” she says softly, stroking Winter’s inner thigh with her thumb. Winter looks down at her, mind hazy and a bit confused, and Jimin smiles, climbing up so they’re face to face. “Would you ride my face?”
Excitement glimmers in Winter’s eyes and her smile is almost giddy as she pushes onto Jimin’s shoulder, flipping her over onto her back. “You’re serious?” she asks.
Winter is on top of her and Jimin’s mind is clouded with nothing but the thought of how close their crotches are, but she resists the urge to lift her hips and just nods. “Deadly.”
A quick kiss is laid upon her jawline before Winter straddles her face, her pussy hovering over Jimin’s mouth. Winter looks fucking incredible from this angle, she notes as she wraps her hands around her thighs in encouragement. From the immaculate view she gets of her wet entrance to the way her blonde hair cascades over perky tits—it all makes Jimin’s mouth water with want.
Winter reaches down, fingers getting lost in Jimin’s scalp, and Jimin kind of feels about ready to die happy if the last thing she ever sees are Winter’s eyes boring into her needy, pussy-drunk own.
“Do me a favor and keep those hands on me, gorgeous,” Winter says, like she can sense how badly Jimin wants to come herself. Jimin nods because she’d agree to just about anything right now to get Winter to sit on her face.
“I won’t touch myself,” she mutters, tongue darting out to mark the inside of Winter’s thighs with wet kisses that make the youngest gasp and jerk her hips involuntarily. “Promise.”
Satisfied, Winter lowers herself and Jimin is quick and eager to envelop her clit into her mouth. Winter throws her head back and immediately lets out a strangled moan, hands pulling at Jimin’s hair.
What becomes of it are delicious moans against her cunt and the strong squeeze of small hands around Winter’s thighs as her head gets forced closer and closer. There’s not a morsel of complaint in Jimin’s mind, though; in fact, desperate hands find Winter’s hips and pull her down more, almost begging for there to be no hesitation holding Winter back from resting her whole weight on her.
Jimin closes her eyes and sucks on Winter’s clit harder to test what pleasures her the most. Whines get louder and needier in response, and Winter rolls her hips in a way that has Jimin’s own squirming, thrusting up weakly into the air. The lack of stimulation of it pulls a few tears from her eyes, but she keeps her hands where they are and doesn’t cave.
“Fuck, Karina— feels so good—” Winter mewls mindlessly. “So good— put your fingers in me, baby, fill me up, ah—”
Jimin obeys immediately, two fingers thrusting up into Winter’s cunt with no difficulty at all. Winter moans out and rides her harder and Jimin curls her fingers inside warm walls as best she can, the squelch of them music to her ears.
And, again, Winter tastes too fucking good. Winter tastes like pure devastation, like nothing else Jimin’s ever put in her mouth. It’s overpowering and beautiful and Jimin is confident she could stay like this forever—lapping hungrily at her cunt, getting lost in those warm juices, letting Winter’s clit rub against her nose as she rides her face.
Jimin’s making almost as much noise as she is, muffled and desperate against her pussy, vibrations working overtime to send her over the edge. Winter lifts her right leg and Jimin fears she’s leaving for the second where her clit is out of her mouth, making her instinctively grab onto her thigh and whine, and Winter breathes out a laugh.
“Relax, baby. Just trying a new angle,” she says, massaging Jimin’s scalp.
Winter places her foot flat on the bed, to the right of the pillow Jimin’s head is lying on, keeping her left knee where it’s been. She lowers her clit back into Jimin’s mouth and they let out another simultaneous moan, because fuck, this angle is fantastic.
The way Winter’s spread open grants Jimin better access to her cunt and her foot on the mattress makes it easier for her to rock her hips back and forth. She grabs Jimin’s wrist and all but forces her fingers to enter her again, as they’d slipped out when she changed positions, and once Jimin dips back into her they both notice that this also becomes easier and more gratifying with the new angle.
And Jimin loves being used. She notices that, too, how it tugs at her tummy when she degrades her own self to nothing but a toy in her mind, how disposed she is to being at Winter’s absolute will.
Her whole body burns at the thought alone, and she pumps into Winter in time with hard drags of her tongue over her clit. She swears she could come just from hearing the sounds this girl makes—she knows because she can feel drops of precum leaking from her cock with practically every whine, uncomfortably soaking her boxers and making her twist and arch with the desire to at least take them off.
Winter seems to notice, because she rubs Jimin’s scalp tenderly and says, with difficulty, “I know, baby… Ah— ‘m almost done, almost there, just keep going. You’re doing so well.”
Fuck butterflies. There’s a whole flock of birds flying around in Jimin’s stomach.
Winter’s encouragement makes her work that much harder, chasing that sweet praise that hits her ears like a promise. Her fingers reach a speed she didn’t quite remember she could go at and she sucks Winter’s swollen clit at that suction level she already knows makes her scream.
And scream, she does. Winter’s head falls forward and she has to grab the headboard for support with the hand not in Jimin’s hair because the roll of her hips gets weaker and sloppier by the second. Jimin is quick to hold her up by the underside of her right thigh when she feels Winter’s leg start to shake.
“Right there, fuck, Karina, I’m coming, fuck— oh my God, fuck me—”
Winter gets so much louder and whinier when she’s close, and she looks so fucking pretty, pretty enough for Jimin to be moaning against her pussy just at the sight of her.
It doesn’t take much more for Winter to fall apart. She comes on Jimin’s tongue with a broken sob, cunt clenching around persistent fingers so tight Jimin almost has a hard time moving them.
Her arousal drips out onto Jimin’s mouth and fingers, and Jimin greedily takes it all in, holding Winter tight so she won’t collapse. Her eyes close as she does, because she still can’t get over how fucking delectable this girl tastes. She pulls her fingers out and replaces them with a thirsty tongue so she can feel Winter throb around it, and it’s way too good. Her mind is fully gone by now.
Winter whimpers and gasps and once she’s fully ridden out her orgasm she has to practically force Jimin to stop fucking her with her tongue. Jimin is sad to have to obey but she does nevertheless, sitting up to rest her back against the headboard as Winter slumps beside her on the mattress with a sigh.
“I think you fucking broke me,” she says, arm over her closed eyes and chest heaving like she just ran a marathon. “Didn’t think you had all that in you,” she mutters, now turning to look at Jimin.
Jimin chuckles as she brings her fingers, soaked in Winter, to her own mouth. She keeps eye contact and doesn’t miss the way Winter is watching her as she sucks her slick right off her fingers, moaning shamelessly around the taste.
“I told you I’ve been with girls, didn’t I?” Jimin says once her fingers are sucked dry, voice deep and hoarse. “I might be a virgin in the traditional sense, but I’m still a provider.”
“That you are.” Winter rests her head in her hand and looks at Jimin with amusement in her eyes. “You said it’d been a few years. I thought you’d be out of practice.”
Jimin shrugs. “It’s like riding a bike.”
“Technically I was doing the riding, but if that’s the analogy you wanna go with, then sure.”
Right. Jimin forgot she’s got jokes.
“Good one, Lance Armstrong,” she says, pushing onto a laughing Winter’s shoulder.
“Thanks. Now…” Winter places her hand over Jimin’s stomach, smiling when it flexes as she trails it down to her boxers. “Let’s get to the main event.”
Jimin raises a curious eyebrow, but allows Winter’s fingers to hook under her waistband, unconsciously leaning into the touch. “You don’t need time to recover?”
“Boring.”
Before Jimin can even think about it, Winter is pulling her boxers down. Her cock springs out, rock hard and covered in an embarrassing amount of precum.
“Look at this…” Winter mutters, reaching to wrap her hand around Jimin’s shaft. Her hips jerk in response, a gasp escaping her lips before she can stop it, and Winter smiles. “You’re all hard like this just from eating me out. Made a mess out of your own cock without even being touched.”
“S-shit—” Jimin hisses under her breath, whimpering when Winter starts to stroke her slowly and leans up to attach her lips to her neck.
“You ready?”
“Do I not feel ready?”
Jimin shivers at the airy chuckle Winter lets out against her jaw in response. The torturous pace of the hand on her cock very nearly makes her unable to process it when Winter kneels between her legs.
“You look good like this,” Winter says, smiling in that same way she did when Jimin was sucking on her thumb, and Jimin swears she’s about to implode.
“Winter—” she tries, being interrupted with her own gasp when Winter leans down to kiss the swollen, sensitive tip of her cock, flexing her tongue over the slit. “C-condom. I should put a condom on…”
Winter shakes her head and licks up Jimin’s length. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you wrap this masterpiece of a dick in latex. Like putting a plastic covering over the damn Mona Lisa. I need you to fuck me raw, Karina.”
Colossally bad idea to trust a stranger with something like this, Jimin thinks, but then Winter is straddling her hips and rubbing her wet cunt over her cock, and she’s far too gone to care.
“I’m on the pill anyway,” Winter adds as she lines Jimin up with her entrance.
There’s no warning when Winter sinks down on her cock—she doesn’t even take it bit by bit, having Jimin impale her in one go. Jimin throws her head back and a loud moan immediately escapes her throat because Winter feels way too fucking good, so tight and warm around her that she sees stars when she closes her eyes.
“Oh God—” Jimin gasps, grabbing onto Winter’s hips to ensure she doesn’t start moving just yet. Winter reaches for her chin and strokes it with her thumb.
“Eyes on me, baby,” she says softly. It takes her a second, but Jimin does obey, and when she opens her eyes she’s met with gentler ones looking right back at her. “How does that feel?”
“So good. Fuck.”
“Yeah?” Winter smiles and leans in to press a chaste kiss to her jawline. “We’ll go slow, okay? I’ll talk you through it. Tell me if you need to stop.”
Jimin nods. It drives her insane, how gentle Winter is being with her. The tender look in her eyes as they snap back and forth between Jimin’s facial features like she’s examining every inch of her in patient wait for a signal.
It’s far from how she expected this to go. Not that you’d hear any complaints from her.
“You can start moving now,” Jimin mutters. Winter holds onto her shoulders with light, soothing squeezes as she begins a slow rock of her hips.
She rides her smooth and steady, like every movement couldn’t be more deliberate. Jimin is borderline enchanted by that stare, by the way Winter’s plump lips part just slightly with soft gasps, the faint furrow of her eyebrows.
She thanks heaven and Earth for those delicate details keeping her present while Winter’s walls are wrapped so deliciously around her cock. The friction, though still light, is already enough to send jolts of electricity through her entire body, and her mind would be floating like a cloud were it not for her ability to ground herself by focusing on Winter’s pretty features.
“How’s that?” Winter asks. Her voice sounds so sultry and breathy that Jimin almost whimpers.
“Incredible,” she replies in a whisper, fingers tightening slightly around Winter’s hips.
“You can touch me more, Karina. Don’t hold back.”
Winter grabs Jimin’s hand from her hip and slowly trails it up to her chest, placing her palm over a perky tit. Jimin takes the liberty to give it a light squeeze, which makes Winter jerk her hips a bit too hard and they moan simultaneously in response.
“Winter—”
“I know, baby. It’s okay,” Winter coos. “Just focus on me.”
Jimin is going insane.
She looks down at where the bodies meet, where Winter’s thighs wrap around her hips and her clit rubs gently against her lower abdomen with every slow roll of her hips. Winter’s own abdomen, Jimin notices, shows the slightest bulge, budging with every movement she makes. The hand still on Winter’s hip shifts hesitantly, slowly finding its way to the spot just beneath her belly button, and her fingers trace the faint outline of her cock. Winter flexes her stomach in reaction and her cunt clenches, dragging a groan out of Jimin that leaves her throat in time with a desperate whine from Winter.
“See how deep you are in me?” Winter asks. Jimin nods mindlessly, still looking at the swell of her tip on soft skin. “Such a huge dick like this, it should be a crime that you haven’t been using it.”
Winter starts bouncing on Jimin’s cock now, a bit faster than she was with her prior movements, and her hands tighten around Jimin’s shoulders for purchase.
“Winter!” Jimin cries out.
Winter’s hand finds her chin and lifts it gently so Jimin’s wide, glassy eyes are on her. “It’s alright, baby. Tell me how that feels,” she says breathily.
Jimin is struggling. The reassurance, the way the pet name flows off Winter’s tongue every time, the way her warm cunt wraps around her cock—it’s all taking her sanity from her.
“Feels so good,” Jimin practically whines. “Your pussy’s so—fuck, so good, so tight—”
Winter whimpers, picking up the pace. Jimin circles a sensitive nipple with the pad of her thumb and her other hand takes Winter’s ass in a tight grip to guide her movements.
The sound of skin slapping against skin alone makes Jimin’s mind hazy, but her favorite part has to be the sight of her cock so filthily disappearing inside Winter’s pretty pussy, every soaked inch showing back up when she lifts her hips with another bounce. She’s losing count of how many times she feels like her head is about to explode.
“You’re so huge, Karina, filling me up so good,” Winter says between moans.
Jimin leans forward, because Winter’s bouncing tits have been tempting her so badly, and she wraps a greedy mouth around her nipple. Winter moans at the sensation of a warm tongue tracing the sensitive bud, arching into the touch as she rides her faster.
“So polite, aren’t you?” she chuckles, fingers finding the back of Jimin’s head to tangle with her hair. “Still making sure I feel good, even though I already came once. Such a gentleman.”
Jimin hums against her breast, hips bucking up involuntarily, and Winter whines. But she keeps going.
“God— suck on my tits, Karina, feels so fucking good—”
Jimin does as she’s told, sucking deliciously on the flesh of Winter’s breasts. That only encourages Winter to ride her faster, and Jimin can feel herself getting closer and closer with every bounce.
She reaches between them blindly and presses her thumb over Winter’s clit with messy rubs. Her hand is angled awkwardly and it’s hard to maintain a proper rotation of her thumb with all the movement, but Winter lets out a strangled moan and throws her head back and the clenching of her cunt makes Jimin work harder on all ends.
“I wanna make you come,” Jimin mumbles against the pinkened skin of Winter’s breasts, brain only half functioning. “Want you to come with my cock inside you, can you do that?”
Winter whimpers and tugs at Jimin’s hair. “Fuck, Karina—”
Jimin slings an arm around Winter’s lower back and flips their position with a kind of strength she didn’t know she had in her. Winter, now on her back, wraps her calves around Jimin’s waist, and Jimin starts thrusting into her with purpose.
“Please,” she begs, lips already attacking the pulse point of Winter’s neck. Her breath is hot and heavy and unsteady on the sweaty skin as she nips at the sensitive space under her jawline.
“I’m close, baby, don’t stop—” Winter breathes out desperately. Jimin can feel her hips bucking upward, brokenly trying to meet her own thrusts. She’s so close, too, about ready to be sent right over the edge but refusing to allow it to happen until Winter’s done using her.
Jimin trails her mouth down Winter’s neck, sucking lightly on the protruding vein on the side. Her hand finds Winter’s clit again and she goes back to thumbing hard circles on it. Winter whimpers, right by her ear, nails scratching at Jimin’s back, and the sting tells her she’ll have some marks to cherish in the morning.
Jimin’s thrusts get faster and more determined as she hears the desperation in Winter’s increasingly loud moans. It does what it needs to do, she thinks, because it doesn’t take long until Winter’s walls squeeze her cock tight and she comes with Jimin’s alias on her lips.
Jimin doesn’t stop, wouldn’t dare to, hammering into her the hardest she can because Winter’s cunt feels just as good as she thought it would when she’s coming.
“Did I do well?” Jimin mumbles, pulling back to look Winter in those heavenly eyes. “Was I good? Tell me I was good,” she begs.
Winter looks beautiful like this. Her hair falls over the mattress in impossibly silky bleached waves, a contrast to the flushed skin under her eyes and the ethereal red tint of her parted lips. She looks up at Jimin with furrowed eyebrows, still drunk on the high of her orgasm.
“You were so good, such a good girl, I came so hard—” She’s interrupted by a whimper coming from Jimin. Winter, noticing the effect she’s having on her, piles on. “You did so well, Karina, so good for me…”
Hips stutter, as do Jimin’s broken moans, and her head falls forward onto Winter’s neck. “I’m coming— can I come? Let me come, please, fuck—”
Winter nods vehemently, pressing a kiss to the side of Jimin’s head. “Come for me, baby. Let go for me.”
“Inside? S-should I come in your pussy? Oh—”
Winter doesn’t get the opportunity to respond before she breaks. Jimin comes in uneven jerks of her hips, spurting unbelievable amounts of cum into Winter’s cunt. Her head goes tingly and her arms shake trying to keep her body from collapsing onto Winter, who whimpers and clenches around Jimin’s cock just from the feeling of warm cum filling her up.
She fucks Winter through her own orgasm, cock throbbing and thrusts growing slower and weaker. Her cum spills out of Winter and onto the bedsheets and both their thighs and it’s so obscenely sloppy and sticky, even as Jimin slams it back into her leaking cunt.
It’s so good, though, better than she ever could’ve imagined, and when she comes down from that high she’s covered in sweat and completely out of breath, as is the blonde mess under her.
She’s also embarrassed. When she pulls back to look at Winter again, her face is as red as it’s ever been, and there’s nothing in her eyes but concern.
“Fuck, I came inside, I’m so sorry— you didn’t say if it was okay, but I couldn’t hold it anymore, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
Winter cups Jimin’s face with both hands, and her rambling is cut short by a kiss.
It catches her by complete surprise. They hadn’t kissed up until now, and Jimin has admittedly been wondering why, but it hasn’t quite bothered her much past wanting to know what Winter’s lips would feel like on hers.
Turns out, there’s nothing that could’ve prepared her for the feeling of those soft, plump lips sucking hers in, a warm tongue swiping across them as Winter uses a hand to coax Jimin’s body into relaxing on top of hers. God, it’s— well, it’s Winter. That word alone should be description enough.
The kiss is slow and passionate and Winter, of course, takes the lead and keeps it from start to end. Jimin is still throbbing periodically inside her, but Winter runs a gentle hand up and down her back to help calm her down fully.
When they break apart, the look on Winter's face is as affectionate as the one on Jimin’s is confused.
“I wanted you to come inside, dummy,” she says, a tender smile on her lips as she reaches up to tuck a stray strand of Jimin’s hair behind her ear. “I like it. And I told you I’m on the pill, didn’t I? You stress too much.”
“Oh,” Jimin says. Takes a deep, shaky breath of pure relief.
Winter nods. “Yeah. You’re very cute, though,” she says, and pecks Jimin’s lips again. Jimin has to restrain herself from going in for another, because her lips are maddeningly addictive.
Instead, she draws back and pulls out of Winter, watching as more of her cum slowly leaks out of her pussy, and she almost moans at the sight. So many thoughts go through her head at once, so many urges.
And it’s like Winter can read all of them, because she asks, “You wanna clean me up?”
Jimin looks back up at her with wide eyes and nods eagerly. “I do.”
Winter grins.
“Then get down there and lap that up like a good girl.”
She doesn’t have to be told twice.
Jimin is quick and eager to lower herself until her mouth is right over Winter’s pussy, and she closes her eyes as she dives in, tongue tracing the parts of her inner thighs coated with her cum. Winter, still incredibly sensitive from her orgasm, can’t avoid the squirms and whines as Jimin draws closer to her cunt.
Her fingers slide into Jimin’s hair when a greedy tongue sinks into her entrance, practically fucking her with it all over again as she gathers up her own cum bit by bit like a cat going at it on its water bowl.
“Oh God, Karina—” Winter says with a breathy laugh, massaging Jimin’s scalp as she does. “You really are— fuck, oh God, you’re so cute and pathetic, licking up your own cum like that. Cleaning me up like the pretty little toy you are.”
Jimin moans with her mouth closed around Winter’s clit, making her hips jerk.
The whole affair soon becomes about something else entirely, with Jimin sucking on a swollen clit hungrily and Winter whining at the overstimulation. It doesn’t take long until she’s coming for the third time that evening, thighs shaking around Jimin’s head as her whole body restlessly convulses.
Once she’s thoroughly finished, Jimin finds her way to the bathroom and comes back with both some wipes and a bottle of water she got from the minibar along the way. Winter looks as wrecked as she’d expect her to be, but she still sits up lazily and smiles as Jimin cleans her up properly.
“What a gentleman,” she mumbles against the mouth of the bottle Jimin handed to her. “So, your cherry’s popped. How do you feel?”
Jimin chuckles. “You sound just like Aeri.”
“I take it that’s the friend who convinced you to get on that website?” Winter asks, and Jimin nods. “God bless Aeri. Gotta buy her dinner sometime.”
It’s not healthy for her to be saying things like this. Really, nothing good can come out of Jimin’s ego being inflated, and she definitely doesn’t want to end up like one of those frat boys who are so full of themselves because they hump everything in sight like a mutt who needs to be neutered—especially not after a single good lay.
But she can’t help that it feels good to hear. She had sex—“real” sex, by all standards—and she didn’t suck at it. It’s something worthy of celebration. She makes a mental note to go get some food with Aeri soon.
“It’s like, almost one in the morning, by the way,” Winter says, and Jimin’s eyes widen at how five hours went by like absolute nothing. She hurries to get up and look around for her clothes.
“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re probably super tired. I’ll get out of your hair so you can get some rest.”
Winter frowns, watching as Jimin slips into her boxers. “I didn’t mean it like that, gorgeous. You could take this room for the night if you wanted, I have a chauffeur ready to take me home whenever I ask. Also known as Choi Minho, because my actual chauffeur isn’t here right now.”
Jimin shakes her head. “No, no, it’s alright. I have work tomorrow anyway, so um—” She bites her lip as she puts her jeans on, because she realizes this girl probably doesn’t wanna talk personal lives.
Winter’s still looking at her when she finishes getting dressed. Jimin stands in the middle of the room, a bit awkward under that mildly intimidating stare. She’s about to say something when Winter steps down from the bed and grabs her forgotten bathrobe off the floor, covering herself with it as she stalks towards Jimin’s entranced self.
“I wanna see you again,” Winter says, extending an open palm towards her, and it takes Jimin a few seconds to process what she’s asking for. She hastily fishes her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and obediently hands it to Winter, who types her phone number into it. “This is my personal number, not the bullshit one I give to the airheaded hunks that sends their texts straight to the burner phone I never touch.”
Jimin looks at her confusedly when she gets her phone back and sees a new contact named Winter 👅🔥💋.
“I— why?”
Winter grins, taking a step closer and grabbing the back of Jimin’s neck. She leans in to press a kiss onto Jimin’s lips—one Jimin doesn’t even get the chance to do anything about before she’s pulling away again.
“This was your first time and you made me come harder than a lot of the experienced people I’ve slept with. That shows insane potential, and I’m not letting that go so easily.”
Mesmerized and still a bit confused, Jimin purses her lips and nods, sneakily sliding her tongue over the taste of Winter on them. The blonde gives her a satisfied smile.
She leaves the room with a genuine “get home safe” and an order to text Winter that partially sounds like a threat. Above all else, though, she leaves with a dumb smile on her face.
***
“What the fuck do you mean you won’t give me every last detail?”
Jimin rolls her eyes.
Of course Aeri called her first thing after waking up. Jimin had barely gotten her car out of her apartment building’s garage when the phone rang, and she didn’t even have to look to know exactly whose name would show up on her screen.
“Even if I wanted to do that, Aeri—which I don’t—that’d be incredibly disrespectful to her. Kissing and telling is for fifteen-year-old boys trying to impress their friends at the expense of the poor girl who trusted them intimately.”
Jimin hasn’t even texted her. She got home God knows how late, too tired to even think about taking a single glance at her phone and simply thankful that she made it to her door in one piece without wrapping her car around a tree. That’s all she remembers before getting woken up by her alarm this morning, sprawled onto her bed with all her clothes from last night still on.
She wants to pretend she didn’t think about Winter first thing after getting her bearings, but she’d only be lying to herself on this one. She thought about Winter all throughout her shower, and she thought about Winter as she was getting dressed in her work uniform and as she was eating her breakfast.
It wasn’t voluntary. In fact, she’d been hoping those thoughts would go away, because she did not intend to text Winter until at least finishing her shift, and that would prove to be very difficult if she were having sex flashbacks while trying to take people’s coffee orders.
Just her luck, though, she picked Aeri to be her best friend years ago—which basically meant picking a demon with the incessant need to be the nosiest little fucker alive. So of course she couldn’t just distract herself and go on about her day, instead being forced to have a whole conversation regarding the very person she’s trying to avoid thinking about, all while constantly repeating her firm refusal to give Aeri any details about how the sex went.
Again, even if she wanted to, she doesn’t quite know how much she could say without getting in trouble. You know, NDA and all.
“Fuck you and your stupid stable moral compass, Yu Jimin!” Aeri yells. Jimin thinks it’s way too damn early in the morning for this. “I’m gonna fuck that angel on your shoulder up the ass! You know you can’t leave me hanging like this, I’ll die of curiosity!”
“That’s fine,” Jimin says, much more collected than her best friend, who seems to be having some sort of lack-of-gossip-induced meltdown. “I’ll plan your funeral well, tequila and chocolate fountain and everything, just like you said. Winter will be getting an invite.”
Aeri groans, and Jimin can practically hear her eye-roll through the phone, which makes her smile as merges into the highway.
When she looks up, though, her heart stops.
THIS SATURDAY AND SUNDAY AT JAMSIL OLYMPIC STADIUM:
KIM MINJEONG 2025 WORLD TOUR
SPARK
In SEOUL
Jimin’s vision goes blurry. She barely hears it when the car behind her starts honking obnoxiously at her because she’s driving too slow, barely hears it when Aeri goes back to begging her to share details about her hookup.
The issue—the fucking issue—is that said hookup, the girl who took her virginity and blew her goddamn mind for hours last night, the girl who Jimin didn’t recognize but knew was so famous she had to sign an NDA just to be able to fuck her—
Well, Jimin is staring at her face right now. On a billboard by the side of the road. Same captivating eyes, same fucking blonde hair, under the words “world tour” and “Jamsil Stadium.”
World tour?????????? JAMSIL STADIUM????????? The one with a capacity of seventy thousand fucking seats????????? This is the woman Jimin fucked last night????????
Dear God, Yu Jimin is so utterly, unbelievably, insanely fucked.