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Some people walk into your life to leave it. Sometimes, they’re only temporary—in and out in a single interaction, one hello and one goodbye. Other times, they come and go with a purpose to teach a lesson—of grief, of perseverance, of self.
When Minjeong came into her life, she came with the purpose to stay in it.
Jimin didn’t always know this. But she knew she’d do whatever it takes to stay in Minjeong’s life. She’d fight and endure, wait and wait, dote her with love and care. She’d remind Minjeong why she’s loved, why she’d never want to leave her side. She always knew this. When Minjeong came into her life, Jimin knew she wanted her to stay, that it would kill her to watch her walk away like Jimin was always meant to say goodbye.
She couldn't. She wouldn’t. Not if Minjeong let her.
Like a blanket she could never get too old for, she holds onto Minjeong like she’s her safety—her cocoon when she’s scared, tired, and weary.
Since she was young, her mother had always emphasized a wolf’s need for connection, their need for love and comfort. Needing Minjeong quickly became a part of her life. Even if that meant looking over her from the outside and loving her from afar, Jimin knew she had chosen her, that her heart found its person. She had found Minjeong and her love, how she so easily understood her heart and soul. Jimin likes to think of them as two lonely people who found each other with the purpose to console one another.
Maybe it’s because of her wolf heritage that she came to know this like she discovered the moon’s light guiding her way home.
A soulmate.
Jimin knows Minjeong as her soulmate.
She has known this for years, silently kept it in her heart like it was her secret to dutifully keep.
Soulmates, as Jimin has come to find out, stay with the purpose of inspiring change—of molding her into this being that can become a vessel capable of holding infinity, understanding the bounds of unconditionality. Minjeong has turned her into a person with trained and disciplined patience, familiar with selflessness and selfishness all at once, someone who could love with no intention other than to devote and adore. All she needs is Minjeong. It’s a lot to demand, but Jimin knows what she wants. She knows Minjeong is her soulmate; she feels it in her heart. She’d do anything to protect that.
She loves her like a dog. Loyal, forgiving, pure.
“Jiminie!”
She’s literally a “massive wolf-dog” (Minjeong’s words, not hers), moonbathing when Minjeong comes to her.
“I brought a pup cup, pupperoni,” Minjeong teases, opening a mason jar filled with whipped cream.
Jimin huffs a snort out.
Minjeong’s laugh is like that of bells and melodies, of silver moonlight wrapping around her like silky ribbons, joy that etches itself into her soul so that she’d never forget the sound of Minjeong’s happiness.
“You don’t want it?”
Jimin grumpily looks away, an annoyed swaying of her tail.
“That’s fine. I can just eat it then, baby.” Minjeong proceeds to procure a spoon out of her bag, setting up a station of sorts. “I even made this! You deserve something tastier than store bought stuff. I used actual vanilla beans too; you can see the flecks of them! I really thought you’d want some, Jiminie,” she pouts with a dramatic downturn of her lips.
(Jimin ignores the tug in her heart commanding her to fix the look of sadness on Minjeong’s face. She’s just being a brat and playing with her. Her silly little heart can afford to pretend being a little cold when Minjeong’s pulling her tail like this.)
Peeking a look at her, Minjeong rifles through her bag and pulls out a container of cut up strawberries.
She can’t help but to lowly whine.
(The FOMO is getting to her.
And Minjeong went out of her way to make something better for her to have. Jimin sneers at her stupid pride.)
“I thought you didn’t want any?”
She whines again, unhappily watching her eat a dollop of soft whipped cream on a dark red strawberry. She could be eating something sweet and tasty if she’d have just let Minjeong tease her. It’d have been a reward for Minjeong’s mischief and amusement.
When Minjeong frees her hands she sighs happily, exaggerating when she hums at the sweetness coating her tongue. Maybe her girlfriend feels the weight of her forlorn stare because she looks at her from the corner of her eye, fighting a shit-eating smirk on her lips. “It’s really delicious but it's okay if you don’t want it. I can just save this for later. Maybe give it to Wonbinnie or-”
That’s enough.
That’s hers.
That pup cup is hers.
Jimin nudges her snout under Minjeong’s elbow, armful of her head and big puppy dog eyes wobbling at her.
“Did you want some, baby?”
A long and low whine, nuzzling under her chin with a wolfish smile when Minjeong topples over, laughing carefree and gorgeous when Jimin’s wet nose tickles her cheek and neck.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist!” Minjeong giggles, taking out a dog bowl from her bag, decorated with bones and doghouses. Laughter bellows from Minjeong’s tummy as Jimin glares at her with a stink eye, watching her prepare a serving with a few generous spoonfuls of whipped cream and strawberries.
“You’re in your hide! I don’t know how else you can eat this!”
A low, rumbled growl rumbles from her throat, pawing at the bowl.
“You don’t like the bowl?” Minjeong, openly smirking at her with a spark of humor in her eyes, teases, “I almost customized it with Puppy on it. Would you like the bowl more if I did?”
That little shit. Minjeong knows she’s being a nuisance to her—a complete menace! Jimin retaliates by growling and lightly closing her canines over her wrist, just enough for a small mark to be left.
“No? Would you like Jiminie instead?”
This is enough.
Jimin’s had enough!
So often, Minjeong forgets Jimin has domesticated herself like a damn dog for her. She’s a wolf! She’s three hundred pounds of muscle! She’s intimidating! She’s scared off weird guys who used to follow Minjeong home! She isn’t just the docile and cute puppy Minjeong knows her as!
“Ack! Jiminie!”
Looming over her in a crouch, Jimin has pinned her underneath her with her sheer size, uses a wet tongue to lick a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“Ah! Jimin!” Minjeong whines as she uses her flannel to wipe her face. “Gross! You slobbered on me!”
With a playful howl, she gets off of her, excitedly pacing circles around her as Minjeong brushes grass off of her, grumbling like a disgruntled cat when she complains, “You kiss better as a human.”
She also prefers to eat as a human but they can't always get what they want, can they?
When Minjeong roots through her bag again and pulls out an appropriate Human Bowl, Jimin watches as she replates her serving into the new bowl, rinsing the dog bowl with an extra water bottle she packed.
“I knew you wouldn’t eat out of that,” she laughs, “so I also brought a bowl from my kitchen. Go transform, Jiminie. I packed some clothes for you in my bag.”
Minjeong knows her so well.
Jimin can’t help but to relish in the way her heart warms with a roaring blue fire—a warmth so soft but deep that it sinks into her bones, makes a home in her soul, reminds her that Minjeong’s her soulmate. Everyday she’s reminded; she could never forget.
(She knows she’s a wolf and naturally runs hot, but Minjeong’s always lit her heart like a hearth, given her her love and compassion like they’re gifts of thanks.
Minjeong makes her warm, keeps her warm like a fireplace.)
When Jimin comes back in the clothes she’s packed for her (and huffing the scent of Minjeong’s hoodie the moment she slipped it on), Minjeong backs up into her embrace, cuddling into her arms and leaning into her torso, contently humming at the warmth enveloping her.
It’s only fair to keep her warm too. Jimin would love to spend the rest of her life keeping Minjeong warm—making her happy, making her laugh, sharing the glow and grace of the moon’s light coursing through her blood with her.
“Feed me?” She asks, eagerly eyeing the bowl of fruit that has been tempting her since Minjeong mentioned it.
Minjeong first feeds her with a loving and deep kiss, slow and languid, the taste of strawberries and vanilla faint on her lips and tongue.
Jimin finds she likes Minjeong much, much more than pup cups and strawberries. But, Minjeong hand feeds her the fruit, cleaning her fingers when they disappear into her mouth to lick at them.
That should be her.
That should be her mouth.
Minjeong’s fingers should be in her mouth.
They’re dirty because of her.
When Minjeong feeds her again, Jimin grasps onto her wrist before she pulls away as she finishes her bite. She takes a finger in between her lips, humming at the sweet but slight tang pressed into her tongue, swirling its velvety heat over the pad of it before doing the same thing with her thumb—cleaning it like Minjeong did for herself earlier.
Minjeong’s dilated pupils are like full moons eclipsing the sun, the beautiful brown of her eyes swallowed by darkness. Then, her girlfriend blinks a few times, trying to catch up with what happened.
“Tasty, baby!” Jimin roguishly cheers with a smattering of stars in her eyes.
Minjeong abandons her fruit and whipped cream to bury her hands in Jimin’s hair, lips passionately and hotly pressed into hers, licking at her bottom lip and sighing when Jimin lets her in, the wet sound of their kisses drifting in the open air of their lookout. An airy moan slips out of her when her girlfriend sucks on her tongue, pulling away to stamp open-mouthed kisses down her neck, nipping at her pulse when she scrapes her teeth against her skin.
Slightly panting when she pulls away, Minjeong has turned to sit on her lap, rasps, “Do I taste better?”
Jimin’s only appropriate answer pulls Minjeong into another fervent kiss, her arms wrapped around her in an ardent embrace, harshly breathing through her nose when Minjeong breathily sighs into her mouth.
There’s nothing beating Minjeong.
Jimin is so sure about it. Nothing in the world is better than Minjeong.
-
There isn’t a reason Jimin should be upset. Minjeong hasn’t done anything wrong. And yet, she quietly stews to herself as she sits on Minjeong’s bed. Though she’s been trying to mask her frustration, Minjeong has gotten good at sensing when she’s discontent. It’s probably fairly obvious since a Happy Jimin is noticeably more energetic and affectionate. Minjeong usually needs to pry herself out of her arms for Jimin to let her go.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Jimin dryly responds.
“You haven’t called me baby at all today,” her girlfriend squints at her suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you?”
Damn! Damn her and her stupid, loving terms of endearment she calls her precious, incredible girlfriend!
“Nothin’,” she says again, more diminutive.
“Jimin unnie.” Minjeong wields her greatest weapon on her (her beautiful, big, brown eyes). “You’re not telling me the truth. Did I do something wrong?”
Sulking, Jimin sinks further into her bed. “No…”
She really hadn’t. Even Jimin knows she’s being irrational, but sometimes, she gets easily triggered by things.
“Then, what is it, baby? I can tell you’re unhappy with me.”
Seeing the downtrodden gloom in Minjeong’s eyes, Jimin heavily sighs, knows she has to reveal the stupid reason why she’s all petulant and grumpy. “You asked Yunjin about marking,” she whines sadly. “Why didn’t you ask me? I’m your wolf. Not her. Why won’t you ask me questions about that? I’ll answer anything; I thought I made it comfortable enough for you to ask.”
“Oh, Jimin unnie, it’s not like that at all,” Minjeong coos when she takes her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It didn’t seem like you were ready when I mentioned it last time and I didn’t want you to feel pressured if I asked about it again so I asked Yunjin.” Sadly nuzzling into the hand that cards through her hair, Jimin knows she looks like a wounded puppy with that dumb pout she can’t control or the watery, glassy look in her eyes—she feels like one too. As if sensing her mood, Minjeong cups her face in her hands and settles a loving gaze on her, “I’m sorry I upset you, baby. Now that I know you feel like that, I’ll go to you from now on, okay?”
Nodding her head, all dejected and cute, Jimin burrows into the arms Minjeong opens for her, cuddling into the crook of her neck.
Lowly, her girlfriend says, “And you know, about marking, I don’t mind waiting for you. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Comforted by the soothing circles Minjeong rubs into her back, Jimin looks up at her, moonlit ring in her eyes. “So, you know what it is…”
“I know it’s a big and serious decision. I understand why you want to take your time. And I want you to know that whether it’s today or next year or the next ten years, I’ll be here.” Then, Minjeong smiles down at her, slight but undoubtedly adoring. “I’m your soulmate, unnie. And you’re mine. I believe in that. Time won’t change that. I can wait for as long as you need me to.”
Whether it’s the certainty in her voice or if it’s Minjeong’s bold devotion and faith in them, Jimin finds herself overwhelmed with emotion—love that embeds itself under her skin, sinks into her heart, wraps itself around her bones like that’s where its home is.
Meaning she’s crying like a baby.
“Unnie,” Minjeong whines with a sulky drawl, “don’t cry!”
“I can’t help it!” Jimin sobs, plopping her face right back into Minjeong’s neck.
She can’t help it like how she’s scenting her. Jimin wants to be so close to Minjeong she could fit in her heart like she could shrink herself down and wiggle into her pocket. She wants to follow her anywhere, be with her every turn she takes, every change she makes. Jimin wants those days and nights that turn into months and years. She wants a life with Minjeong. And she wants Minjeong to smell like her. For any other wolf who knows better, they’d know a girl like her has already found her soulmate—that Jimin’s wolf found its forever family in her.
There’s no one who could take that from her. She’d protect it with her life. As long as Minjeong would want her, Jimin would keep her safe and the love between them solely between them.
This is when Jimin thinks she’s especially selfish. Minjeong is a lovable person, through and through. It’s easy to love her. Jimin knows that better than any other.
But she’d go ballistic if anyone actually tried to take what’s hers.
She rolls her eyes at herself. Even her dummy, puppy self has a side to herself that’s intense and fiery. That part of her errs on being too possessive and jealous. It played a part in why she got so butthurt over Minjeong going to Yunjin for council.
There’s no such thing as taking Minjeong away. She could leave as easily as opening an unlocked door. Jimin won’t shackle her to her, imprison her with the sacred ritual of marking a partner. If Minjeong was ready to be her mate now, she’d be ready for her later. If Minjeong promises to stay, which she has, Jimin is choosing to believe in that.
As Minjeong consoles her, Jimin knows her pheromones are filling up the room. She’s normally on suppressors and scent blockers, but ever since Minjeong asked her to go without them, she’s followed her request whenever she could afford to.
“Unnie, I was wondering.”
“About what?"
“Yunjin said you stink when you’re upset, but I’d never know because you hide it. What did she mean by that? You always smell good.”
Freaking Yunjin. Every wolf and their mom is revealing her heritage to Minjeong. Jimin might as well do a Wolf101 so that Minjeong wouldn’t need to wonder about much anymore.
“Thank you, baby. But she’s talking about my natural scent. My pheromones. Not my expensive perfume.” Jimin runs her fingers over Minjeong’s neck. “We have scent glands that express how we feel or where we may belong. Whenever I kiss you here or bury myself into your neck, it’s not just because it’s comfy. I scent you and it comforts me to smell me on you.” Leaving to get her bag and the small medicine box she has in it, she opens it for the human to see. “These are my suppressants and scent blockers. I take these so that I don’t give myself away. I usually have good control over my wolf, but if something triggers my pheromones or instincts, they would hide that. That’s what Yunjin means.”
Minjeong slowly nods her head as she processes the information. “What do you smell like, unnie?”
“I don’t want to tell you,” she starts.
“Aw, why?!”
“I wasn’t done yet, Minjeongie,” Jimin laughs amusedly. “I won’t take them over the break so you can smell for yourself. Our scents can affect your emotions. I want you to know what that feels like.”
“Do you smell good?”
A little glimmer of pride puffs its chest within her. “I’ve been told, yes.”
Minjeong frowns, glaring at you. “Who’s telling you you smell good? Another girl?”
“No!”
(Yes.)
“Of course, a girl has told you you smelled good.” Minjeong sulks with a dramatic pout. She crosses her arms, giving her a mopey sad face. “I can’t believe other girls have smelt you and your own girlfriend doesn’t know what you smell like.”
Jimin hears her heart weep at the sight of Minjeong’s disappointed pout. Soothing her with a kiss, Jimin catches her gaze with a sweet look, “But other girls don’t have me. You have me, baby. I can go off of them now; I don’t mind doing that if you don’t want to wait.”
Spring break is in a couple of weeks; Jimin has been studying her ass off and slinking off to Minjeong for comfort and rehabilitation. It wouldn’t kill her to go off of her medicine. It’d be new since she’s not done it since eighth grade, but she’d be willing to break her routine for Minjeong if it’d make her happy.
“No!”
“No?”
“I don’t need any other girls talking about how nice you smell. I’m locking you in my room and keeping you to myself!”
Well.
Okay.
That’s that.
Sometimes, Jimin thinks it’s Minjeong with the unchecked possessiveness, but her wolf kind of really fucking loves it. Her girlfriend isn’t the type to put up a big fuss or make a stand for herself if she doesn’t care enough to. And she can’t help her own tendencies towards territory; she knows that feeling like no other. So, she indulges Minjeong. They both win. Minjeong gets her thoughts off her chest, she can freely talk about how much she wants Jimin to herself. Jimin gets to reassure her jealous girlfriend with affection and candied words and she gets to know Minjeong cares enough to express her displeasure.
The last day of classes, Jimin neglects to take her scent blockers. When Minjeong hugs her, she spends extra time in her embrace.
“Mmm,” she hums, “you smell really good, Jiminie.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm. Woodsy, like pine or something.” Minjeong presses her nose into her again, sniffing, “Kinda sweet too. Like berries.”
Jimin hides the shudder that begs to shiver through her, sensitive to how close she is to her, “Thank you, Minjeongie. I’m happy to see you so my pheromones shouldn’t be that abrasive right now.”
“What do you smell like when you’re not happy?”
“You wanna find out?” She teases, mocking an angry glare at her.
“No!” Minjeong drawls with a whine, “I just wanna know, unnie. So I know what to look out for if I accidentally piss you off or hurt you or something.”
Touched by her thoughtfulness, Jimin presses a kiss between her girlfriend’s lips, pulling away with a reluctant, longing sigh.
(She ended the kiss way too soon. It’s so damn disappointing she’s deemed this a personal skill issue. She needs to kiss Minjeong longer!)
“I just smell harsher. Muskier. I’ve been told it gets a little smokey when I’m really frustrated and upset.”
Later on at night, Minjeong cuddles into her again, noses into her scent gland with a soft smile. “I like your scent a lot.”
“Would you like it if I stopped with the scent blockers?”
Minjeong’s quiet for a moment when she deliberates. She would most likely have to fight off girls with a good nose for relaxing smells. But Jimin’s always been attentive and patient about reminding her who she wants—who her heart belongs to. She probably wouldn’t hate it if Jimin used her jealousy as an excuse to be more effusive and clingy.
“You don’t have to do it for me, but you also don’t have to take them for me…”
As Jimin mulls over her words, her arms tighten around her. “How do I make you feel, baby? You haven’t told me how it makes you feel.”
When Minjeong stamps an uncontrollable smile onto her skin, Jimin’s already made her choice.
“When I smell you like this, I feel safe. Like I’m home. I feel like there’s a new sense of peace I didn’t know about before. Maybe it’s the peace of mind that you’re happy?” Her fingers tickle a winding path on her tummy, “I like knowing that you’re happy with me.”
Jimin would be sure to tell her. She’d tell her everyday. She’d get off on her blockers and tell Minjeong she’s happy because of her everyday.
“You know, Minjeong,” Jimin sighs heavily, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life because of you. If my scent reassures you like that, I won’t take that away from you.”
“Really?” She asks with a shy but tender smile, looking up at her with those beautiful stars in her eyes, the moon’s light glowing behind her like a halo.
She’s a vision. Something from her Goddess herself.
“Really, baby. I love you. I’d do anything for you.” Kissing her softly, Jimin moans into it when Minjeong rolls atop of her, straddling her hips and returning her loving sentiment.
Looking down at her, Minjeong slips off her shirt with a sultry smile and hooded eyes, “What do you smell like when you’re turned on, unnie?”
Reflecting that playful smile Minjeong has, Jimin sneaks her fingers up Minjeong’s legs and under the hem of her sleep shorts, teasing her when she rakes her blunt nails down strong thighs. “Wanna find out, baby?”
After Minjeong has managed to stop her crying, Jimin’s head is in her lap as she combs through her hair absentmindedly. “I kinda like the idea of it.”
“Of what?” Jimin asks.
Minjeong shrugs sheepishly, “Walking around with your mark on me. No one but us needs to know it’s there, but I’d like it. I see myself all the time, everyday. I see my moles, my little scars. It’s nice to think that I’d be able to see you on me like that.”
Jimin’s heart weeps again.
She’s spent years feeling unwanted and insufficient in receiving Minjeong’s love like this.
It weeps to know that this is what it’s like to be loved by Minjeong—to be kept in her heart, to know the ways Minjeong is devoted to her, wants her.
Truth be told, Jimin has been ready to mark Minjeong. She’s only been hesitant to officially bring Minjeong into this part of her life. She’d be her mate—she’d take an important part of her family, her pack. Jimin only waited to know if Minjeong would be interested, would be willing to bring her whole self, her love and consideration and compassion, with her. To know, and see, that she cares so much to know about her wolf, Jimin’s reassured in her choice.
Jimin had always, and will always, be fiercely protective of her family. She’d protect them until her last breath. While Minjeong is included in that promise, it’d be an official claim of it to mark her.
She’s ready.
“When I mark you, where would you like it?”
The hand running through her hair stalls. “You- you’re ready?”
Taking her hand and kissing her palm, Jimin looks up at her with an ardent gaze. “If you’re ready to take me and all that I am, I am too. I want to let you into my family and see us all as we are. I trust you to protect them with me. I never wondered if I loved you enough to be your mate. I just needed to make sure you’d protect my heart and everyone in it like they’re your people, too.”
With the soberness on Minjeong’s face and the sincerity in her eyes, she sweetly brushes Jimin’s bangs away from her eyes. “Your people are my people. If they make you happy and give you love, I have space for them in my heart too. I’ll make space for everything you love. I’m ready, too, Jimin unnie.”
“Okay,” she says softly. “Soon, then.”
“How soon?”
“That eager?”
“If we’re both ready, I don’t see why we should delay the inevitable,” Minjeong shrugs.
Feeling the need to be close to her again, Jimin props herself up with a hand, using the other to pull Minjeong into her, taking a plush lip between hers and softly sucking on it. When Minjeong licks into her mouth, Jimin caresses her tongue along hers—velvet heat, a hot breath, a soft sigh. “Where, baby? Where would you want me?”
“Everywhere,” Minjeong hazily sighs, dazed by the kiss.
Jimin laughs, cleaning her smudged lipgloss with her thumb, “I can bite you everywhere but my mark will only go on one place. Choose and make your peace or I’ll bite you right here,” she says, as she scatters kisses down her neck, sucking a dark mark at the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet, soothing it with a kiss and passing her tongue along the afflicted spot. That’d be the perfect place for her mark. Jimin can already imagine it there—it makes her stomach turn with excitement.
“There is,” Minjeong moans hotly, eyes closed when Jimin licks a broad stripe up her neck and gently nibbles on her ear, “there’s fine with me, baby.”
Perfect.
It’s been decided.
Now, when?
-
When turns out to be the Saturday night of Jimin’s spring break. Her family isn’t home and all of the planets are fucking aligning for letting this happen without a hitch.
Jimin’s feeling awfully nervous. It’s almost a little uncalled for. They’ve done dirty things before. Among the heavy petting and late night messages and pictures, Minjeong’s also made her come in her pants before.
“Woah, unnie, is it just me or are you excited to see me?”
Jimin feels herself scald a blush. She’s never felt the need to hide herself but she feels a bit shy to be so boldly called out. “Well…yes, I am.” She frowns, “Is that okay?”
Is this okay? Would Minjeong be o-
Oh.
Minjeong’s spread herself wider, a firmer weight atop the tightening tent in her pants, a slow rolling of her hips that makes Jimin groan, a harsh grip on her small waist.
She’s probably okay with it.
Jimin’s more sure of it when Minjeong playfully teases her about the little wet spot that’s showing through her sweats. She’s being…normal. Minjeong’s always teased her for being sensitive to her touch, the way she smells, how she tastes.
“Should we stop? Before I make you come in your pants?”
Jimin scoffs. “Who says you wouldn’t?”
A skeptical brow arches at her, “You wanna test it?”
A challenge—so loosely veiled when Minjeong’s smirking at her like it’s an invitation.
She can’t say no to a challenge. And she sees through Minjeong’s facade. Smells it. There’s a slight tang in the air; her mouth waters. She can’t say no.
If only Jimin knew how well Minjeong could move her hips, she’d have thrown in the towel from the get go. She could have never held out when Minjeong dragged the heat of her clothed pussy over her shaft, a precise movement that she quickly found rhythm for—a slow and purposeful grind over the ridge of her cockhead, a smooth rocking of her hips, persistent friction and heat that edged her.
It was a sticky mess that would definitely require new pajamas and a rinse for the both of them but Minjeong happily laughed after she gasped with a slack jaw, surprised to have actually pulled an orgasm out of her.
Jimin’s never come from dry humping before. It’s a little embarrassing, but at least it’s Minjeong. There’s no one else she’d want.
She supposes there’s a first time for everything.
(And Minjeong kissed her like crazy after. Like, left hickies on her and everything, breathily panting to tell her to spread her legs wider. Then, she slotted her leg between hers, a muffled heat ground against her thigh. Jimin watched with bated breath as Minjeong rode herself through an orgasm, magnetized at how she fixed herself, focused on catching her clit on the wrinkled fabric of her pants, desperate for more. Gasped moan when Jimin pushed down on her hips to aid her movement with a flexed thigh, Minjeong had shuddered, a stutter in the movement of her hips, a rut. Then, a gentle cry, airy but whined like it came deep and from her gut.
(Beautiful. She was beautiful. Jimin’s never seen anything more beautiful.
She’s never felt more purposeful in her life.)
It’s worth the humiliation. It’s worth being the joke when Minjeong’s shown her what she looks like when she’s coming.
Minjeong’s still smug about it. She doesn’t let it go. She holds it over her head whenever Jimin’s being a little shit to her.
But what was Jimin going to do? Try to prove her wrong? Hell no. That’s like calling her girlfriend ugly and she’d rather feel the heat of humiliation than do something as dastardly diabolical as that. And it’d be a terrible lie.
She’d never take it back if that meant taking back the first time she made Minjeong come.
(Is it a little pathetic? Maybe. Would the other alphas point and laugh at her for being so soft? Maybe. But those losers don’t have a soulmate like she does.
They couldn’t possibly know what it’s like to be so attuned to someone and their whole being.)
She’s completely wrapped around Minjeong’s finger. If there could only be one singular truth, it’d be that.
So, she shouldn’t be so nervous. She would never be in this position if she didn’t trust Minjeong. Even if it’s awkward, it should be fine. Perfect, even.
“Are you nervous?”
Jimin comes out of her thoughts. “Hmm?”
“Are you nervous? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Softly shaking her head as Minjeong grabs her hand in hers to stroke the back of it, Jimin sighs. “I do. I guess I’m just…trying to process everything. I never imagined I could share this experience with you. I can’t wait to share my life with you, Minjeong. But our lives are going to change—our relationship will grow. I’m excited, but I’m also cherishing what we are now.”
Jimin laughs sheepishly after awkwardly scratching her nape. “I think I’m just overwhelmed. Can we start slow?”
Letting out a laugh that drips with love, Minjeong kisses her soundly but chastely. But then, she smiles with a devilishly coy smirk, “I’ll start how we always start it.”
With a kiss on her forehead because she loves her. Then, one on her cheek because Minjeong likes to make her wait. One on her mole because Minjeong declares it’s a must. A kiss on her neck to make her impatient—rasp out her name, low and soft.
And just in four kisses, it’s like normal—her nerves quieted to a whisper.
(Jimin has to talk herself out of coming at least once. They ruin their underwear but save their pants—a win is a win.)
Jimin’s proud to announce she lasts longer now. The handjobs and blowjobs Minjeong gave her before are a wonderful help to her stamina. If she wanted more time in the heat and tightness of Minjeong’s throat or the softness of her hand wrapped around her, she’d simply have to last longer. Endurance became a friend. Fortunately.
It’s always a tricky situation, trying not to completely succumb to how good Minjeong makes her feel. It’s an awfully difficult task when Minjeong looks so pretty with her lips wrapped around her girth, glossy from spit, from her lipgloss, from her precum. The sounds she makes don’t help either. Or the way she swallows around her cockhead, gags on it to take her length just that much deeper. She’s always good with her mouth, with that tongue that lathers at her weeping mushroom head and the underside of her thick shaft, traces the angry vein along the side of it.
It’s too much. It’s too much attention.
Pulling her cock out of her mouth, Jimin can’t help groaning at the way she twitches in her steel-like grip, cutting off the faint waves of an orgasm when she squeezes just below the head, shiny from precum and the bit of spit that dribbled from her girlfriend’s mouth.
Her girl is always a little messy. Jimin always loves it.
But it’s going to make her a bust a nut way too fucking soon. She needs a distraction—or rather, refocus the attention.
“I wanna eat you out; lemme eat you out.” She pants, clumsily tugging Minjeong up to hotly kiss into her mouth, the tang of her arousal on Minjeong’s tongue, caressing along hers.
“You were gonna come, weren’t you?” Minjeong breathlessly laughs, recuperating from deepthroating her dick and practically her tongue without a single moan of complaint.
Maybe Minjeong’s deserving enough of the truth.
And she did look so cute looking up at her with her mouth full of her cock, that subtle bulge in her throat whenever she swallowed—that bulging vein in her neck Jimin loves to suck at. It was divine.
“What can I say? I love it when you suck me off.” She admits with a proud smile, just as winded when she breathes heavily.
Her shamelessness rewards her with a flattered, toothy smile, both cute and cocky at the same time.
“Then, make me feel as good, baby,” Minjeong taunts, losing her patience.
Jimin supposes it’s only fair. Minjeong’s been so good to her. She’s taken the lead when she needed to, followed into Jimin’s steps when it felt right.
Minjeong’s an excellent lover.
The Goddess must love her. She must be on her side.
When Jimin eats her out, it’s a private affair. She doesn’t care how loud she sounds when she sucks her clit into mouth, how sloppy it gets between her spit and Minjeong’s slick. She takes her time with lapping over her clit and with the rapid flicks of her tongue, spreads Minjeong wider when she fucks her tongue into her, moaning into her heat because she tastes so fucking good Jimin could eat her out for the rest of her life and never tire of it.
Pulling away when she feels Minjeong throb on her tongue, Jimin soothes the disgruntled whine that leaves her lips with a kiss. “Could you…” Jimin stops, shy, “could you present yourself?”
“Present?” Minjeong asks, confused look on her face.
“Hands and knees,” she quickly and gruffly answers, aching to see Minjeong waiting for her like that, to see the way she looks when she’s rutting into her. She’s almost restless.
Minjeong smirks.
(Jimin is expecting a taunt.)
Teasing her, her girlfriend shoots a cocky smirk at her as she situates herself in front of her, backing her ass up into her pelvis, swirling her hips along the length of her shaft. “If you wanted to do it doggy, you could’ve just said so.”
(Jimin’s figured this out. It didn’t take very long. Minjeong loves to be a brat. She loves being a handful.
But Jimin likes having her hands full.)
Hooking an arm under Minjeong’s and crossing her chest to grasp her shoulder, she pulls her up against her chest, the swell of her breasts and hardened nipples pressed into her back. The casual burst of strength rips a breath out of Minjeong’s lungs, Jimin hotly breathing against her skin. “If I said let’s do it doggy, would you let me fuck you like you’re my bitch in heat? Would you let me disrespect you like that? Use you like that?”
Minjeong gasps, caught off guard by the growl in her voice—the husky roughness in it. Jimin’s not one to talk like this to her; she’s usually well-mannered and polite.
(But Minjeong seems to like it; she couldn’t possibly hide the way she smells.
Jimin hums a low moan at the scent, noses into her asscheek after she releases her hold on her, softly sinks her teeth into the fleshy skin.
Another breathy gasp is ripped from her throat, surprised, wide open eyes raptly focused on her when she cranes her neck to look back.
Minjeong did say everywhere. Jimin’s only committing to the request)
“I’d touch you without worrying about how you’ll bruise under my grip. I wouldn’t care how loud you scream. I’d make you want it so bad, like you can’t breathe without me fucking you. I’d worship you. I’d get on my knees for you, kiss the ground you walk on. I’d make you feel so good. But,” Jimin sighs, rubbing soft circles into the plumpness of her ass, “I asked you to present yourself. I’ll treat you with more respect. I wouldn’t degrade you like a dog for our first time,” but Jimin laughs with a smirk, “though, it smelled like you liked the idea of it. Maybe next time when I want to ruin you.”
Jimin knows this is dirty talk, that it turns Minjeong on, but truthfully, Jimin’s just making plans and thinking out loud.
It does make her feel smug when Minjeong whines her name out with a high-pitched keen. “Stop teasing, please, unnie, stop teasing,” she begs, uncaring about how needy she looks, like she’d commit crimes just to have Jimin’s tongue barely lick into her pussy.
“You ask so nicely, pretty baby,” Jimin coos, dropping a kiss on the small of her back. Then, a slow drag with the flat of her tongue, fingers spreading her glistening folds, a velvet pink dripping in slick. (Truthfully, it’s Jimin who should be begging to eat her out. Though, she’s sure that’s not far in her future.)
“You’re so wet,” she mumbles, breathing a stream of air against her slit, shamelessly moans when she licks at the arousal leaking from her entrance.
“It’s all for you,” she slurs, watching Jimin eat her out with her darkened eyes. Minjeong melts into the bed with a low groan and a gentle dip of her back, her cheek buried into her sheets, blissed out eyes rolling back when Jimin teases slow, drawn out circles around the hood of her clit, never quite catching the nub of it the way Minjeong needs her to.
“Please,” Minjeong pants, frustration in her furrowed brows.
“Please what?”
She shamelessly whines to her. “I wanna come; I wanna come on your tongue.”
If Jimin weren’t busy thrusting her tongue into Minjeong’s pussy, she’d think about how nice it is to have Minjeong want her back as much as she wants her—desires her and accepts the pure nature of their indulgences.
But, as it is, Jimin has nothing to think about when she’s buried in between her thighs and trying to make her come on her tongue. It’s sloppy and Minjeong rides the flat of it when Jimin’s jaw aches and she’s too turned on to realize she’s practically pushing her ass into her face, grinding into her mouth. Jimin feels like she can hardly breathe but it’s worth the way Minjeong absolutely shatters through an orgasm, her arms shaking with tight fists clenching onto her sheets, a ferocious tremble in her legs and quivering thighs. Riding out the last waves of it, Minjeong shivers one last time, sobbing into the blankets.
Jimin fists at her cock, spitting into her hand to make it slippery, twisting her wrist at the head—it hurts now that she isn’t pussydrunk and drowning in her cunt. She runs a firm thumb across the reddened head of it, her hips jerking at the pressure. She eyes the wetness of Minjeong’s pussy, the slick dripping down her thighs.
“Can you give me one more? I’d like to fuck you on your back. I want to see what you look like after I mark you. Could you do that for me, baby?”
Though these are gentle questions, not even enough selfishness in them to be requests, Minjeong relaxes onto her haunches before rolling over onto her back. She eyes her with heavy lids, a slow and appreciative heat in the way she drinks her in. Her eyes linger on her cock, the way it glistens from her spit, how big it looks in her fists, how she plays with the sensitive skin of her heavy balls. It’s like she can’t look away. “Are you gonna finally dick me down?”
(With the way Minjeong’s making Jimin feel like a god—or something equally desiring of the way she looks at her—it’s a wonder how she hasn’t become the most insufferable person on the planet.)
Seeing through her cheeky smile and confidence and teasing question, Jimin nods resolutely at her, slapping the girth of her cock into her heat, deliberately rutting up to graze her hooded clit. Jimin looks into her eyes with a glimmer of pride; she loves seeing Minjeong unravel.
Her smirk turns into a slack jaw and a garbled moan. She’s lost track of herself because she sulkily whines out a desperate sound, unembarrassed to be brash about her desire—the wetness between her legs.
“Please, fuck me, unnie, I want you,” she quietly sobs.
“I know, I will.” She coos lovingly, “I have to get you ready, baby.”
Preparing her, Jimin sucks her fingers into her mouth before slowly easing them into her, teasing herself with the feeling of her silky walls tightly encasing her fingers. Scissoring them and working her through tightness, Jimin’s moan is just a tad quieter than Minjeong’s, getting off to the thought of the tight sleeve that’ll be wrapped around her dick.
Sharing this intimacy with Minjeong is driving her crazy.
She’s losing her patience.
Condom.
Jimin just barely remembers. Reaching into her drawer for the packets she prepared, Minjeong grasps onto her forearms before she rips one open.
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it. I don’t- you-” She falters. “If you want to go without it, I’m okay with that.”
She feels dizzy.
Did Minjeong just imply she’d allow her to fuck her raw—maybe even breed her if she asked nicely enough?
Jimin blinks blankly; it’s hard to think.
It’s safer to do it with a condom—every brain cell in Jimin knows that.
But she’s stupid.
She is so stupid and so stupidly horny.
“Just this one time. Our first time. But I don’t want to risk anything after.”
Excitedly nodding her head in agreement, Minjeong keens a sweet sigh into her mouth when Jimin presses her heavy cockhead into her clit, harshly grinding into it, sucking on her tongue between swollen lips. The girl underneath her jerks with a heavy rut, a noticeable gush of wetness between her shaft as she grinds against it.
She's wet enough. Jimin’s sure of it. Lazily circling her thumb over her clit, she slips the head of her dick in. Minjeong tenses with a gasp, breathes out like a relaxed bow when Jimin presses a sweet kiss on her sternum, letting out comforting pheromones as she does so. Taut again when Jimin carefully eases her length in, she slowly thrusts her hips, feels how Minjeong shudders around her cock—the way her walls lightly flutter around her girth. She clutches onto her back, digging her blunt nails into her skin.
Every nerve in her body is on fire, all dedicated to the way Minjeong makes her feel. Jimin moans at the sight between them. Minjeong’s arousal glistens on her thighs and pussy lips, Jimin’s precum has pushed out and leaked—it’s dirty in the most perfect way. She’s swallowed by her velvet walls, the way her cunt clenches onto her cockhead. She languidly ruts into tightness and the curve of her dick catches on a soft, spongy wall.
It’s salacious and messy but it’s beautiful because it’s them.
The combination of their smells is harsh in her nose, heavy with musk and sweat. But laced in it like notes of sweet blackberry in her perfume, is the passion and love embedded into the blanket of their scent. It’s heady and it makes her brain fuzzy; it’s like she can taste it.
She’s made for her. Jimin knows it. She’s made for Minjeong. No one could love her like her. Jimin loves Minjeong better—she would declare this with pride. Her heart had been her loyal puppy at Minjeong’s feet, her mind an endless maze that all led to her, her dick even curves at the right spot to make Minjeong yell out her name, desperate and whiny.
“I’m gonna come,” Minjeong hotly pants, wrapping her legs around Jimin’s waist, no longer able to kiss her when she’s moaning into her ear. Wiping her sweat with the back of her hand to freely view Minjeong’s flushed, ruddy cheeks and swollen lips, Jimin wets her fingers to play with her nipples, massaging her breast, mesmerized by the way they bounce with her every thrust. She closes her lips around a pebbled nipple, flicking her tongue over it.
“Come,” she groans, “Let me feel you come on my cock. You’re gonna make me come too. I’m close too, baby.”
“More,” Minjeong starts to babble, “More, unnie, more.”
“More what, Minjeong?” Jimin slams her hips into her harder, a distinct clap echoing in the room everytime she thrusts in. “Harder?”
She only warbles out a high-pitched moan, higher when Jimin lightly presses against the bulge of dick fucking into her.
“Or faster?” She chokes out, starting to piston her hips into her with heavy thrusts, losing her punctuated and clean rhythm the closer she gets to launching off a precipice, burying her face into Minjeong’s neck, breathing in her natural scent, licking salty drops of sweat, nibbling on the smooth skin underneath her swollen lips as she rubs tight circles on her clit between her fingers.
Seems Minjeong’s rendered incapable of thinking because she just claws at Jimin’s back, mewling a high-pitched whimper with an obscene, “Just like that,” before careening headfirst into an orgasm—choking on a stuttered gasp, bucking into her and sloppily canting her hips and rolling into her shallow thrusts, shuddering under Jimin like every part of her felt the wave of her release. She cries with a sob that whines her name; it’s probably her favorite song.
It’s so sexy. It surprises her a little, how much pleasure slams into her once she’s seen Minjeong sated. It’s like it sits heavy on her gut, luring a garbled and breathy moan from her throat.
“I’m gonna come, where can I come?” She rushes, trying to stave it off. “Your tiny waist and stomach? Your chest? Your pretty face and mouth?” Jimin moans, low and pathetic, at her next thought. “In- inside?”
“Inside, inside,” Minjeong chants, baring her neck to her, mindless and vulnerable, “Wanna feel you come inside me. Deep inside me.”
(If they’re doing this raw just once, Jimin would be stupid to pull out. She’d be stupid to pump her cum into her. She’s stupid either way. Stupidly horny. She feels like she’s about to fall into another universe with Minjeong—like she’ll feel so good she could have a taste for it.)
It’s overwhelming—the wet and slippery heat choking her dick, milking it with every roll and thrust of her hips, how Minjeong sounds when she’s taking her so well, the sharp clap of their skin and sopping sexes. Jimin just barely has the sense to warn Minjeong with a nip on her neck before she comes with a low moan, sinking her canines into her neck, a clean mark imprinted onto her when Jimin soothes the stinging pain with gentle passes of her tongue and the soft plushness of her lips. Euphoria the color of sunkissed, golden skin and silver moonlit eyes swims in her bloodstream and behind her lids, a hot heat that warms her body like a flood, head swimming in a heady daze, a rush of love tiding in her heart, a blinding release after the tense snapping of a loaded bow.
Too blissed out to notice for how long she came, Jimin’s sense of self comes back when she feels Minjeong tenderly stroking her back, the taste of something sweet sitting on her tongue.
“I felt like I passed out.” She rasps with a gasp, carefully slipping out of her, mesmerized by the milky liquid leaking out of her hole, dripping down her folds.
She can’t resist cleaning her with soft licks of her tongue, holding down her hips and giggling through Minjeong’s sighs about being too sensitive.
“Ah, unnie, you’re just being greedy. Aren’t you satisfied? You came a lot!”
Jimin chokes out a laugh at her flippant whine. “This isn’t for me, Minjeongie. I’m cleaning you up.”
“Bullshit,” Minjeong grumbles with an upturned corner of her lip.
“I’ll for real clean you up later, but let me have a little bit more fun.”
Minjeong doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t push Jimin away either. Rather, she observes her with rapt eyes, blown out and dark, a subtle and silent invitation back into her pussy when she spreads herself wider.
After dilly dallying, Jimin eventually retrieves a wet towelette to clean the clammy sweat and cum on Minjeong’s skin. She kisses praises into her chest, drops sweet kisses in the shape of hearts on her tummy. Minjeong was perfect for her, showed love to her like she never felt before.
Holding her and cuddling, they’ve been mumbling through pillow talk and sleepy kisses. Tracing the bite mark she left on her, Jimin’s voice is a quiet whisper. “Did it hurt? I thought I might’ve heard you yelp, but I came so hard I wasn’t really able to think through it.”
Minjeong, whether it’s out of love and she’s showing a brave face, or she has an insane pain tolerance, shows a tenderly fond smile. “It hurt a little at first. It hurt when you broke through skin. But it felt really good after? I don’t know how to explain it. I felt so connected to you, like I could feel your heartbeat in my tummy? I really felt your love for me.”
Jimin smiles adoringly, honored to know and share the feeling. “You felt connected because you’re my mate. That’s our bond. That’s what my love for you feels like, has always felt like at its core.” Pressing a lazy kiss into the mark for the millionth time that night, Jimin tucks Minjeong into her neck as she slowly drifts off into sleep. “I love you more these days. That’s the only thing that changes. How much I love you. I always love you more.”
It’s quiet and Jimin almost thinks Minjeong would have fallen asleep had it not been for her steady breath giving away her contemplative state.
“You know I love you too? You’re everything to me.”
Jimin nods her head proudly. (She couldn’t possibly forget such a thing. Even when Minjeong sparingly uses her words, she uses the right ones.)
Then, her mate giggles, tickled. “Did you notice you have a stronger smell when you bite me? It’s sweeter; I could taste it.”
So, it wasn’t just her.
Leaving a loving kiss on her forehead, Jimin happily sighs.
This is what it’s like to feel Minjeong in her soul, like she’s carried in her heart—just the way she’s always yearned for.
Jimin’s never alone. Not when there’s Minjeong.