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Jimin comes back from the full moon run covered in dirt and blood, her fur caked with mud, and a little bit of whatever poor animal she managed to catch still between her teeth.
Of course, Jimin isn’t quite aware of that. High on the energy the full moon provides for her, she barely manages to shift, crawl into bed and wrap herself around Yoonji who must have come home hours ago and fallen asleep.
Only to wake up five hours later to a disgusted look on her girlfriend’s face as Yoonji stares at her.
Jimin stretches herself, enjoying the sun that’s falling in through the open window - who opened the window? Yoonji can’t usually be bothered to open the blinds. Her bones crack and her muscles ache as they usually do after running around outside the whole night and there’s a little bit of dried blood under her fingernails.
Which is fine. The full moon always gets them a bit dirty and Jimin definitely didn’t scrub her fingernails when she took a shower last night.
Jimin blinks. Looks at her fingernails. The faint layer of dirt caking her hands. She looks down onto the bed. The white bed sheet is not white anymore and a long lock of hair is falling down over her naked - mud covered - boob. It’s absolutely caked with dirt.
She looks up.
Yoonji is sitting on her side of the bed, cross legged, wearing nothing but a black pair of panties that have way too much fabric to be considered hot, but somehow she’s working it. Her black hair is messy, falling down to her chin, her eyebrow is raised and her arms are crossed under her small tits that are-
Jimin swallows.
There’s a bright red handprint on Yoonji’s left tit, the one Jimin loves to cradle when she’s sleeping. Jimin looks at her left hand, dried blood and mud on it.
Alright. So maybe she forgot to take a shower last night.
She licks her tongue over her teeth and it catches on something, stuck between them, tasting like-
Bile rises up in Jimin’s throat. She jumps up from the bed and makes a beeline for the bathroom.
Yoonji joins her about five minutes later, after the rabbit says hello and goodbye again, dumping the bedding into the laundry bag. She still looks unimpressed with her boob covered in blood, but she rubs Jimin’s back, going in circles just the way Jimin likes it, while Jimin brushes her teeth.
“What did I tell you about eating outside, Jimin-ah,” she scolds, softly and Jimin whines. Yoonji hates eating during the full moon, thinks it’s disgusting and Jimin usually agrees with her - she has been trying to cut down on her meat in an effort to be more environmentally conscious - but when you’re running on four legs and your hunting instincts are going wild, a rabbit just looks so incredibly tasty. There is a reason why Jungah does not visit them during this time of the month.
“But unnie, it tasted so good,” Jimin whines, foam dripping down her chin from her toothbrush and Yoonji just snorts.
“It always does and you’re always regretting it.”
Why does Yoonji have to call her out like that? That’s not fair.
Jimin spits out the toothpaste and rinses her mouth thoroughly until she really cannot smell or taste any kind of rabbit anymore. She whines when she turns around to Yoonji and her girlfriend gives her a fond smile, even if she’s shaking her head.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
“You need a bath first, Jimin-ah.”
That’s probably true. Her hair is so dirty, she feels like she needs to soak her whole body in water before she can even think about getting clean again. So she sighs but agrees, and Yoonji walks off to the abysmally small bathtub that is cramped even for one of them. She turns the water on, her hand under it to find a temperature that is comfortable for Jimin and she is filled with the sudden notion that she could look at Yoonji in her high waisted granny panties, with blood on her boobs for the rest of her life.
And then she sees Yoonji dump what must be half a bottle of shower gel in it and she complains: “That’s gonna make my hair all greasy.”
“You’re gonna take a shower afterwards, Jimin-ah.”
Oh. That’s true. But still, Jimin has a whole ritual for washing her hair and she does not like the thought of de-mudding it with shower gel.
“Get in, you can clean yourself while it’s filling.”
Jimin scrubs her skin nearly raw in the water and lets her hair soak in for what must be five full minutes before Yoonji takes the hand shower off the wall and rinses her hair out. She tries her best to get the blood away from under her fingernails while Yoonji carefully detangles her wet hair, making sure that all of the dirt from the full moon is washed out. Yoonji washes her back, taking special care with the scar on her back where Jimin had been bitten as a teenager. Jimin leans forward, enjoying the feeling. Maybe she should come back incredibly dirty all the time if it gets Yoonji to pamper her like this.
By the time she is mostly clean, the water is nearly brown and Jimin still feels dirty. She does really need a shower.
“See?” Yoonji asks. “Already better.”
She makes an attempt to dry her hands as Jimin gets up and out of the bathtub, turning the shower on and waiting for the hot water to come in.
“You’re not joining me?” Jimin pouts and Yoonji raises her eyebrow. Showering to save water has never been something that’s worked well for the two of them, because Jimin is nothing if not constantly horny. “Your boob is still dirty.”
Well, that’s an argument that Yoonji can’t refute.
Jimin pulls two towels out from under the sink and leaves them in it, wiggling her eyebrows as Yoonji peels down her panties.
She slips into the shower right after Jimin. It’s incredibly small, way too cramped for them, but they both fit under the water. Yoonji immediately goes for the body wash, trying to get herself clean and Jimin can’t have that. She’s pressed up behind Yoonji, nipples hard against Yoonji’s back and she’s snatching the shower gel out of her hands before Yoonj can even open it. Yoonji makes a noise that Jimin pretends not to hear under the water. She coats her hands generously, before slipping them around Yoonji, slathering the gel over her belly and then upwards.
“Wrong tiddie,” Yoonji grumbles as Jimin grabs the wrong one and Jimin snickers. She gives Yoonji’s nipple a flick and Yoonji’s breath hitches. “Jimin-ah.”
Well, if Yoonji doesn’t want to play, Jimin is just going to have to pay special attention to the right boob and make sure it’s well-cleaned with both of her hands.
But she does not stop brushing her fingers over Yoonji’s sensitive nipple. She loves the little moans the older woman lets out, the little twitches as she wiggles her chest away from Jimin’s ministrations.
Like this, Jimin’s sense of smell isn’t as heightened as it is when she’s shifted and the water isn’t helping much, but she knows Yoonji, knows her scent, the scent of her arousal. Yoonji doesn’t stop her when one of her hands slips down her body, past her navel and over the short clipped hairs of Yoonji’s pussy.
Jimin parts Yoonji’s folds as Yoonji presses her back against her, one hand wrapped around Jimin’s arm, the other one bending back to tug on Jimin’s hair. Yoonji is soaking wet to Jimin’s fingers, her little clit swollen and Jimin giggles.
“Unnie really needs it, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yoonji gasps as Jimin’s fingers play around at her entrance, dipping in.
She’s always been incredibly sensitive, something Jimin used to be very jealous of when they were still just friends and Jimin had to remind her boyfriends that clits exist and everyone’s sensitivity levels are different. Now she loves it, loves riling up Yoonji with nothing more than a flick of her wrist, loves Yoonji’s blunt fingernails in her arm, the sharp tug on her scalp as Yoonji’s tugging on her hair.
Yoonji moans as Jimin presses two fingers into her, thumb straining to press against her clit. Her legs spread as much as they can, hips moving forward to chase the pleasure Jimin is giving her and Jimin soaks up every little response like a sponge.
Yoonji’s small moans escaping her pretty pouty lips, the way her head is thrown back over Jimin’s shoulder, her small tits, not even half a handful, with their perky nipples that Jimin just wants to bite into until her teeth leave dark red marks and Yoonji is screaming. With her feet scrambling against the bottom of the shower and the grip on Jimin’s hair becoming near painful, Jimin can see that it won’t take her long.
She focuses on Yoonji’s clit for now, pulling her fingers out of Yoonji’s pussy and Yoonji moans, pressing her ass against Jimin’s hips for leverage.
“Jimin-ah,” she hiccups and Jimin curses. Yoonji is so hot, she’s always been so hot and she’s even hotter with her lower lip being bitten into, her eyes closed, hips twitching aimlessly. Jimin feels her tense up right before, feels her clit pulsing, and she rubs her right through it as Yoonji whines against her ear, her whole body locking up. Jimin holds her tight as her feet press and shake against the floor, nearly losing their footing.
Yoonji is still twitching when Jimin pulls her fingers away from her, holding them under the water still coming from the shower head to rinse them off. While her girlfriend is catching her breath, Jimin focuses on the throbbing coming from her own pussy and imagines Yoonji going down on her, as she likes eating pussy more than anything else.
So when Yoonji slips away from her under the spray, cheeks red, nipples hard and hair wet, Jimin expects her to drop her to her knees.
Instead, Yoonji opens the shower door and steps out.
“Unnie, what?” Jimin asks, but Yoonji just smirks at her.
“First of all, you’re still filthy. Second, it’s been over ten minutes, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin frowns. It’s been over ten min- Her eyes widen. She immediately makes a grab for the faucet, but before she can, the hot water from the boiler runs out.
“ Unnie ,” Jimin whines as she gets doused in ice cold water.
Yoonji just chuckles.
Jimin spends ten minutes in front of her shower, waiting for enough water to heat up again, dripping and cold, and she pouts all the way while she sees Yoonji change the bedding in a pair of granny panties and a thin top.
After actually cleaning her body, she stomps into the bedroom, skin dry but hair in a towel. She’s naked and some part of her just wants to fall into bed and get out one of the vibes they keep in the bedside table. The other wants to walk up to Yoonji to demand that she does it. And Jimin is nothing if not petty, so she rips her towel away and lets her wet hair fall against her naked back and walks out of the bedroom.
Yoonji is in the kitchen, rinsing rice in a pot. She’s still only dressed in a thin top, so Jimin takes some of her wet hair and flips it forward over her shoulder, hitting Yoongi.
“Jimin-ah,” she scolds and Jimin whines against her pack. “You’re wet.”
“I know,” she complains. “In more ways than one, even.”
Yoonji turns around to her. Her hair is dry and falling around her chin in a way that makes her seem so hard and unrelenting when Jimin knows what a big softie she is on the inside. Yoonji’s eyes turn gold for a moment, her nostrils flare, and then she snorts.
“No, you’re not.”
“And whose fault is that?”
The smirk Yoonji throws at her makes Jimin just feel more petulant. She doesn’t expect an orgasm, of course – Yoonji doesn’t owe it to her, but come on . Jimin is standing behind her, naked and smelling of the really nice body wash that doesn’t annoy Yoonji’s nose and her tits look really good in this light.
Yoonji likes her tits a lot. It’s one of the things every single one of Jimin’s partners has had in common, no matter the gender. They all like her big boobs, spilling out of every top as soon as she leans forward, like her thick thighs and her ass, her thin waist. So really, why isn’t Yoonji giving her any attention?
“Unnie,” Jimin whines against Yoonji’s shoulder and Yoonji finally, finally turns around to her. Her eyes dip down to Jimin’s boobs and Jimin’s chest swells under the appreciative gaze that’s wandering over her skin. “You’re being mean.”
Yoonji raises one plucked eyebrow and leans forward. “Maybe if you didn’t crawl into bed covered in blood and dirt, I wouldn’t have to be mean.”
“Are you seriously still on that?” Jimin closes the gap between them and kisses Yoongi, tasting her toothpaste. “Do you know what would make you feel better?”
She digs her teeth gently into Yoonji’s upper lip and Yoonji hums. “Hm?”
“Breakfast.”
“I’m making breakfast.”
“But,” Jimin takes Yoonji’s hand and presses it against her own crotch, waxed smoothly because, unlike Yoonji, she cannot be bothered to shave. “You could do something better for breakfast and eat out today.”
Yoonji grips Jimin’s crotch with her hand and it takes Jimin a moment to realise that there’s something wet and slimy happening.
She shrieks and Yoonji pulls her hand away, her palm covered in little bits of tofu.
“Unnie!”
“I said I was making breakfast.”
Jimin pouts and crosses her arms. There’s wet tofu on her skin and she cannot believe that this is who she chose to spend the rest of her life with, this is the woman she loves more than anything else. Someone who puts her - or well, who lets Jimin put her - slimy, tofu-covered hand on Jimin’s pussy.
“Get dressed, Jimin-ah. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
Jimin grumbles and stomps off to clean herself once more and to maybe put some pants on. She hopes that Yoonji is at least making a nice breakfast.
Breakfast is really nice. There’s a mixture of rice with black and red beans, tofu with soy sauce, egg omelettes, coleslaw, and kimchi. It’s really good and exactly what Jimin needs after a full moon, but she’s still pouting, still cannot believe the betrayal she’s experiencing at the hands of her girlfriend.
They’re sitting on the couch, dishes spread out between them and Jimin is wearing a pair of leggings and a crop top that makes her waist and boobs look really good, but Yoonji is scrolling around on her phone, chopsticks barely moving because she’s so engrossed in something that isn’t Jimin. Which, honestly, is nothing short of absolutely unacceptable.
Jimin whines quietly, knows the right frequency that Yoonji will pick up on it without being too obvious because Jimin does not want to be obvious right now. She definitely is, but she likes pretending that she’s subtle. She does have some pride left.
“Alright, to-do list for today,” Yoonji exclaims at some point. “We gotta track into the forest to see what kind of damage we’ve done last night and while we’re at it we should probably check our fence. I feel like it might be broken in some places. Calling Jungah is very important-”
“I didn’t eat Jungah.”
Yoonji gives her a look. “I know, I know. But I always feel strange when I see you eating rabbit. What else... The weather is good, so I think it might be a good idea to clean the windows today-”
Jimin whines again and there is definitely a smile tugging at the corners of Yoonji’s lips.
“And maybe re-pot some of the plants? We should be getting them ready to move outside within the next few wee-” Yoonji puts her phone away when Jimin lets out a long whine. “Yes, Jimin?”
“Do any of the points on your list say ‘ eating out Jiminie ’? Because they should.”
Yoonji makes a show out of waking up the display of her phone and scrolling through the list of things to do.
“All of the points should be ‘ eating out Jiminie ’, if I’m being honest.”
“Unfortunately,” Yoonji says. “I don’t think we have time to eat out Jiminie today.”
Jimin whines and Yoonji rolls her eyes. “You sound like a pup. Is that what you are, Jimin-ah, my little puppy?”
Jimin immediately blushes, her cheeks heating up, but she knows she’s a little bit of a brat and that Yoonji is enjoying everything. So she leans forward even more and Yoonjin smirks at her, toying with a strand of her hair, her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her top. And then Jimin feels something wet seep into her leggings and she looks down and… the bowl of tofu dipped so much from the weight of her knees that all the soy sauce leaked out. Right into Jimin’s leggings.
And their new, cream-colored couch.
The look Yoonji gives her is so unimpressed that Jimin knows she is not getting laid tonight.
“Well,” Yoonji says, as she gets up to get something to clean the mess. Jimin does her best to get the bowl to the safety of the coffee table and by the time Yoonji returns, she has managed to contain the soy sauce to the area that’s about as big as the palm of her hand. “Guess who’s gotta drive to the DIY store and pick up some hardcore spot remover?”
Jimin sighs. “Jiminie?”
Yoonji throws the wet cloth into her face and gives her a well-meant pat on the head and slaps her ass as she moves back to her spot. “Jiminie.”
post full moon to do lis t
- assess damage in the woods ✔️
- check fence✔️
- repair fence? ❌
- make sure jimin didn't eat jungah ✔️
- clean windows ✔️
- re-pot plants ✔️
- clean the couch ❌
- call someone to professionally clean the couch ✔️
- …
- …
- …
- eat out jiminie ✔️