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They're supposed to be getting ready.
“Seung—min,” Jiseon gasps out, chin tucked against her chest, a whisper that feels hot against her bare skin. Her bare bum presses into her dresser, and her hands should be gripping the edge of it—not touching Seungmin, but she can’t help it. That aching itch that circulates in her fingers when her best friend is around, she wants to quell it. Jiseon grips tighter into Seungmin’s t-shirt, upset that she’s even wearing it, covering up the body Jiseon so badly wants to see.
Seungmin is relentless with her long fingers in Jiseon’s pussy, curling them forward to stroke at Jiseon’s desperate insides, that tight little sweet spot only Seungmin can reach. Not Jiseon when she masturbates; not her boyfriend when he fucks her on his big cock. Her fingers twist inside, and Jiseon’s cunt gushes. Seungmin’s fingers spread her slick down her labia, the excess gathering at her thighs and sliding to her ass. She’s going to have to wipe down the drawers, before Chan sees.
“You’re so close, Jiseonnie,” Seungmin whispers as she plunges unbelievably deeper. Jiseon bites back a whine and lolls her head, eyes catching sight of the little black dress hanging up still in her closet. The one she’s supposed to be wearing, so she can finally do her make up.
Right, yeah, they’re going somewhere. Their friend group: Jiseon, her best friend Seungmin, Jiseon’s boyfriend Chan, Jiseon’s and Seungmin’s friends—and Chan’s, the names of whom Jiseon is blanking on. Blanking on, blanking on, blanking, blanking, blanking as Seungmin fingerfucks her sloppy and sucks hard at her nipples. The one place Seungmin is allowed to mark her up, because Chan will never notice.
Your tits are so sensitive tonight, baby. It's so hot. You're so cute. Sensitive because Seungmin has tugged and bitten her tender, a feeling for later, a reminder: that she has done this to Jiseon, made her this way, not Chan. That she will feel Seungmin, even when her boyfriend fucks her.
And Jiseon knows she should cut this out, break this off. But nothing, not her boyfriend’s devotion or love or cock, makes her feel the way Seungmin makes her feel, her best friend. Her everything. Jiseon wants to feel and to come and to bask in the afterglow and it be good. And it always is with Seungmin, not her boyfriend, who she loves so much, and she has to wonder why. He can kiss her stupid and fuck her on his cock and buy her nice things and tell her everything she’s ever wanted to hear from her romantic fantasies—but it’s always better and more meaningful when she thinks of it coming from Seungmin instead.
“Your hole is so nasty,” Seungmin whispers. “You’re making a mess.”
“N-no,” Jiseon stutters out, “‘s’you. You—you’re getting it every”—Seungmin spreads her fingers inside Jiseon’s cunt—“where.”
“Feel good?” Seungmin asks as she likely feels Jiseon’s hole clench around her fingers, snarky and confident and making Jiseon fucking crazy.
A moan threatens Jiseon’s teeth. “Ye—”
A knock at the door makes Jiseon seize up, freeze; but Seungmin is undeterred, though her fingers are gentler now. She moves her face into Jiseon’s neck and gives a lazy suck, one that won’t leave a mark.
“Hey, babe?” Chan calls so politely from behind the door. His voice feels so far away, like he’s not here, shouldn’t be here, unreal.
Jiseon pipes up, voice overcompensating, “Yes, oppa!?” Seungmin licks her neck, flicks her clit, spreads her folds, and Jiseon feels more of her slick slide down the meat of her thighs. The fool behind the door, a fool she loves, maybe. Who has suspected nothing, who respects her codependency with her best friend. Their weekly “sleep overs,” he calls them. And how she comes back with her tits tender and pussy raw, hurting when Chan fucks her, even when he’s gentle. Because Seungmin almost never is (the way they both like it).
“Almost done in here?” Chan asks as he laughs. He turns the doorknob, but it’s locked. The aborted jolt of the knob mimics her heart. “Oh—it’s locked, babe.”
Seungmin yells out, “‘Cause I’m getting dressed, idiot.” It feels like it echoes against Jiseon’s neck, warbling to her ears and rattling her brain. Seungmin is still fucking her cunt.
“Oh,” Chan says again, “duh.” Genial as always, embarrassed. “Sorry, Seungmin-ah.” He laughs, and Jiseon knows his ears are already pink. “So dumb of me. I’ll go wait in the living room. You two take your time!”
Jiseon wants him to leave. She needs to come. And she can’t—not like this.
“Oppa!” she calls out, voice shaking in her mouth, Seungmin’s fingers shaking in her core. He’s too nice to notice, too trusting, too stupid. She feels Seungmin smile against her skin. “Will you go down to the car for me? I left my lipstick in the console.”
“Sure, baby, I’ll be right back!”
“Thanks s—o much, oppa.” Jiseon squeezes her eyes shut, then her cunt around Seungmin’s knuckles.
When the door opens then shuts, Seungmin says in her full voice, “You’re mine now.”
Yours, Jiseon thinks. Yours before. Yours now. Yours later. Yours forever. Seungmin pushes her fingers into Jiseon’s wet hole in a way that makes Jiseon feel like she’s being torn asunder. Her long nails grip hard into Seungmin through her t-shirt, and she wishes she could see Seungmin’s pretty, supple tits. The way her nipples peak when she’s turned on, how rosy they are. She wants to sink her teeth right into her soft breast, mark her up and make her looked own.
Cruel, unfair, even. She can’t allow the same.
“Will you moan for me?” Seungmin asks gently. She thumbs cruel and unforgiving at Jiseon’s swollen clit. Jiseon jerks.
“Seungmin,” she cries out. “Seungmin, I’m com—ing.”
“Good. Good girl,” she says hotly, voice dark and low and hitting all the way down to Jiseon’s cunt. With a delicate bite, Seungmin presses her teeth into Jiseon’s neck, and Jiseon grinds her wet hole on Seungmin’s deft fingers until she comes with a broken cry, head thrown back.
When Seungmin withdraws her fingers, slow and toying, stroking at her insides as she does it, Jiseon thinks she could come again, just like that.
“That’s it,” Seungmin coos as she looks down at her. Jiseon’s chest is rising, her eyes lidded and bleary, her mouth wanting something, anything. More specifically: Seungmin’s cunt, Seungmin’s lips, Seungmin’s fingers. She’s starving, she’s thirsty.
Jiseon’s heart throbs and her stomach sloshes when Seungmin sucks her slick-covered fingers into her mouth, licking between her knuckles, tongue fucking them the way she’d eat Jiseon’s pussy. The gaze they hold between them makes Jiseon’s body hot all over, something she thinks she never feels with anyone else. It makes her heart ache, her throat clench.
The front door closes. Jiseon is still naked with her short hair a mess. Seungmin is still in her t-shirt and Nike shorts, ponytail falling loose. Chan says “Got it!” as Seungmin grips Jiseon’s bare hip with her left hand and reaches her dirty one past the waist band of her shorts.
“Seungmin, we need to get ready,” Jiseon tells her, voice hushed. And then: “Thanks, baby! Almost done!” directed at her boyfriend.
Dark eyes fixed on Jiseon, Seungmin pulls out her hand and brings it to Jiseon’s face. Her slender fingers are webbed with glossy slick; Jiseon can only imagine how soaked Seungmin’s panties are.
“This is what you do to me,” Seungmin tells her, bringing her dripping fingers closer to Jiseon’s waiting mouth.
“Fuck.”
Without warning, Seungmin slides her fingers across Jiseon’s cupid’s bow, her nose, her dry lips, her chin, Seungmin’s slick and smell washing over her face. Instinctively Jiseon darts out her tongue for a taste.
“Open up.” And Jiseon does. Seungmin hooks her fingers behind Jiseon’s teeth and presses the wet pads of her fingers into Jiseon’s soft tongue. Jiseon doesn’t have to be told: she sucks them into her mouth, licks them clean, tasting and smelling Seungmin’s essence, trying to sate herself. She needs to make it last for the entire evening.
“Do you want me to stay over tonight?” Seungmin asks. There’s a smirk on her face.
Jiseon says nothing, only nods, her lips pouted, her eyes pleading and sweet and so round.
Chan’s love and respect will never be enough or feel as good as Seungmin’s body against her own.