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She's ashamed of herself, she really is. But that never stops Junha from acting.
The shame clings to her, dirty in ways she can't wash off, and though she knows it's not her fault, that she's a victim as Seungmin puts it, Junha is also at fault.
Because really, who begs their father to fuck them just two days after he took their virginity? Who does that? She barely enjoyed it that first time. It hurt, she bled. But ever since daddy first touched her, something inside Junha’s soul has rotted and now she craves him.
It's disgusting. She hates herself for it, which is why she's here, in a Gangnam club, two bottles of soju deep.
Their VIP table of rich kids cheer when Seungmin finally turns up, brandishing two bottles of tequila from the bar. She waves them above her head and Junha whistles her approval. The bass of the music - shitty EDM she hardly pays attention to - thrums in her chest and the alcohol burns hot in her blood. She stumbles in her stiletto boots over to Seungmin, cups her face and kisses her girlfriend ravenously, uncaring for the crowing of their male ‘friends’ who probably get off to lesbian porn on the regular.
Junha does too. But her reasons are better.
Seungmin's tongue wraps around her and she presses her body into Junha’s, the curve of her chest and hips rolling against her. Her hands are still held up with the tequila bottles, and when they finally pull apart, lips sticky and smeared with glistening gloss, Junha tilts her head back and Seungmin pours some of the alcohol into her mouth.
It burns as she swallows, and for a second she thinks about daddy holding her down and fucking her throat so she couldn't breathe, and later, when he came, and he made her swallow the disgusting salty stuff. She blinks heavily and sighs, shifting back into the booth to light a cigarette.
“Hey, baby,” Seungmin grins, sliding in beside her. She wraps an arm around Junha’s shoulder and kisses her neck, licking up the sweat that's trickled down from her hairline.
Junha takes a long drag from her cig and blows it out in a ring, holding it up for Seungmin to wrap her lips around. She does, puffing smoke out her nose and Junha grins.
Seungmin looks beautiful, as she always does. Her face is perfectly made up with sharp eyeliner and silver glittery eyeshadow. Her lips are over lined and painted pink, her cheeks flushed, but not with makeup. She's wearing a tiny denim miniskirt with a huge silver belt and a matching top that just barely covers her boobs. Junha kisses her again, all peach-flavoured cigarette and booze. Still, beneath it somewhere is Seungmin, and Junha laps her up.
Haewon announces she's off to the bar for limes and salt, to do tequila properly and when she stands, Lily pouts, her hand slipping out from under Haewon’s skirt. Only Junha and Seungmin catch it and giggle. Junha runs her black fingernails up her thigh teasingly. She squeezes the muscular flesh there and retreats.
“Cheeky,” Seungmin murmurs, twirling some of Junha's loose hair around her fingers. Her acrylic nails are short on her middle two fingers. Seungmin calls them ‘vampire nails’, but everyone knows exactly what they're really for.
Junha sticks out her tongue and taps the ash off her cigarette.
“Tada!” Haewon cries, one hand clutching a fistful of salt packets and a stainless steel bowl full of lime wedges to the cheers of the table. She climbs into Lily's lap and deposits her goods on the table. “I’m the best, I know.”
They don't have shot glasses, but that doesn't matter. Everyone just takes turns swigging from the bottle. Jaehyun, on a dare, bites into a lime slice and eats the full thing, rewarded with raucous laughter and a half-finished bottle of soju.
“Lie back,” Seungmin smirks, pushing Junha against the edge of the table. Confused, but more than a little turned on, she does, her legs dangling off the edge so her skirt doesn't ride up too much. Seungmin gets between her legs anyway and brushes Junha's hair back. She pours tequila into the hollows of Junha’s collarbones, filling them with small pools of golden liquid. Ripping open a packet of salt with her teeth, she smears the tiny crystals over the exposed skin of Junha's tits.
Seungmin leans over her, licking between her cleavage, where she's clammy, her skin salty. Her tongue is hot against Junha, trailing up over her boobs to lap up the salt where it clings. Kissing her now saliva-wet tits, Seungmin scrapes her teeth over her flesh and Junha bites back a quiet moan. She nibbles at her clavicles, teasing the skin there before slurping the tequila from her. Reaching behind Junha’s head, she bites into a lime wedge and swallows. Junha watches the column of her throat bob and her mouth goes dry.
Sighing out in pleasure, Junha welcomes the deep, citrussy kiss. There's more wolf whistles from the boys, but when they break apart and Seungmin helps her sit up, they go back to their own mini conversations.
“Damn, that was hot,” Lily drawls, sucking on a lime. “Girl, it's a forest fire down there if you get what I'm saying.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and Junha barks out a laugh.
Haewon peppers kisses all over her girlfriend's face. “Oh no, baby!” She cries. “Save the Australian Bush!”
Seungmin snorts and dissolves into laughter. Junha quickly follows, burying her face in her hands to try and contain herself. “You two…” she scoffs, shaking her head fondly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She wipes her tears of laughter away.
“Haewonnie,” Lily chokes. “I am never ever going to forget that. We're gonna be ninety in the nursing home and quoting that shit.”
“Save the Australian Bush,” Seungmin murmurs, snorting a giggle into her palm. “Fuck me.”
Junha grins at her devilishly. “Gladly,” she says, smirking. Seungmin playfully swats at her before standing up.
She shakes herself off and tosses her loose hair over her shoulders. “I'm going to dance,” she declares to anyone who will listen. It's not a command, but Junha follows her to the dance floor anyway.
Junha can't dance for shit. She's uncoordinated at the best of times, her limbs too long for her brain to keep up with. But as drunk as she is, that doesn't stop her throwing her hands up in the air and bouncing along to the shitty DJs setlist. It's probably good, if you like the genre. She doesn't.
Seungmin though, she was born to move. She's graceful and limber and in perfect control of her every muscle. It's probably all the ballet she was forced into as a kid. Seungmin hated it, but it's left its mark behind in her fucked up bones, chronic orthorexia and beautiful body lines.
Junha doesn't attempt to follow a beat she could never catch, she merely chases Seungmin's body with her own, clumsier one. Seungmin can move so much better, all smooth body rolls and twisting hips, shaking her ass just right. Junha can't, but she doesn't need to. Seungmin will never let her fall far behind.
Grabbing Junha's waist, Seungmin pulls her closer till their noses brush and their chests are flush against each other. Her girlfriend's full breasts make up for Junha’s almost flat chest. Unsatisfied with this arrangement, her hips still too far away from Seungmin's, Junha tries to curve her body closer. Getting the idea, Seungmin rolls into her, grinding their crotches together.
“I still want to try scissoring,” Junha gasps into her ear over the boom of the music.
Seungmin laughs, throwing her head back, exposing the bare column of her throat. Junha wants to bite her perfect tan skin black and blue. “I told you it's just a porn thing,” she says, lifting her head again to meet Junha’s hungry gaze. “But whatever, why the hell not?”
Junha lets her lips latch onto Seungmin's neck, pinching her flesh between her teeth and sucking a deep bruise into her skin. Moaning, Seungmin's hand trails down her waist, cupping her ass cheek over her black skirt, and then sliding under. With two fingers, she caresses Junha’s damp panties, rubbing gently over her lips and hardening clit. When she gasps, hips stuttering, demanding more, Seungmin's other hand tangles in her hair and wrenches Junha into a bruising kiss.
She licks into Seungmin's mouth eagerly, sucking on her tongue and drooling down her chin. Her girlfriend's fingers are pressing harder now, pushing the thin cotton of her panties into her wet folds before sliding beneath them and flicking her clit. The cool, smooth edges of Seungmin's meticulous acrylic nails pinch her, rolling her clit in circles until Junha forgets how to breathe, her mouth hanging open for Seungmin to nip at, sucking her lips whilst she pants.
Her fingers press lower, gathering her wetness and gliding teasingly over her hole before Seungmin's two middle fingers - the nails she keeps short - plunge into her pussy.
Junha keens, loud enough for people to notice. Nobody cares though. Worse things happen in clubs like these than a girl getting fingered on the dancefloor.
She moans, high and broken, when Seungmin strokes over her g-spot, and buries her face in the crook of her shoulder to try and muffle her sounds. That turns out to be a mistake though.
“That's it, baby,” Seungmin murmurs into her ear as she fucks her, curling her fingers up into her bundle of nerves. The muffling doesn't really work, she's too loud to keep the noises down. “Everyone can hear you, you like that? Getting fucked in front of all these people?”
Junha nods desperately. She can feel a gaze burning into her back, but it just makes her wetter. Seungmin thrusts her fingers faster and Junha bites her lip hard enough to bleed, her hips rocking back to meet her girlfriend's hand. The people immediately around them know exactly what's happening, know that beneath her skirt, Seungmin is deep in her cunt and it sends a rush of heat to her gut, more wetness rolling down her thighs.
“Gonna come on the dancefloor, pretty? You're so wet, might make a puddle,” Seungmin teases, sucking along Junha’s jaw. Her teeth find a healing bruise that daddy left and dig into it viciously and Junha groans wantonly. “I don't care what he thinks,” Seungmin all but growls, her fingers pumping with renewed vigour. Junha can feel herself tightening as she approaches her orgasm, spurred on by all the eyes on them. “If you belong to anyone except yourself, it's me.”
Junha comes, clutching Seungmin tight as she shudders through it. Yeah, that's right, that's right. Junha belongs to herself and Seungmin. Everyone here knows it, knows that no one can touch her unless she allows it, even if that's not strictly true. In the eyes of the world, she's Seungmin's girlfriend, and that's the end of the matter. It's comforting, she thinks, breathing out slowly as Seungmin sucks her sticky fingers clean.
The taste of herself on Seungmin's tongue is enough to have her soaking again. Junha’s hard to satisfy nowadays, although some guy offers to try. Seungmin shoves him away harshly, holding up her middle finger as she drags Junha back to the table and into her lap in the booth.
They make out a bit, the fire still burning beneath it. Seungmin didn't come, Junha can tell, and she wants to make sure she does, but for now, business. Daeho is here, already dealing to Jaehyun and Cheol. She doesn't know where the rest of their little group are, and she doesn't really care. Taking the cash out of her purse, she slides it to Daeho, never lifting her gaze from where Seungmin is buried in her cleavage, sucking marks into her tits.
In return, she gets two baggies. One is full of tiny pills, the other, a fine white powder. Grinning, Junha dangles them in Seungmin's face.
“Bathroom,” her girlfriend says hoarsely, and Junha beams.
The bathroom isn't small by any means, and a few girls are already in there snorting crushed pills or fixing their makeup. But Seungmin is kind of the queen bee around here, and Junha is clearly rising to be the princess, because they scurry out pretty quickly. Most of them are normies, or middle-class girls. They don't come from the same world and they know it.
Junha doesn't feel bad for them at all. Maybe if her family had less money, they wouldn't be quite so fucked up.
But regardless, they have the bathroom to themselves now, and Junha wastes no time in cutting the coke into two lines on the fancy sink counter with daddy's black card. Holding a nostril closed, she snorts one and lets Seungmin take the other before an idea occurs to her.
“Your turn,” she says, rubbing her nose. It doesn't burn anymore, she's used to it now, but it still tickles a little.
Seungmin tilts her head. “Huh?” She asks, her eyes big and confused until Junha pats the countertop. Cautiously, Seungmin lifts herself onto it with strong, toned arms. Junha admires her for a moment before spreading her girlfriend's legs and settling between them.
Her denim skirt is an issue, because it doesn't really flip up, but all Junha needs to do is loosen her belt and it slides right off. Now in just purple lace panties, she pushes Seungmin back more, so her hips are flat. Shimmying her panties down to her knees, Junha kisses her inner thigh, smirking to herself when she shudders. Seungmin is already so wet, Junha doesn't waste much time teasing her before pursing her lips are her clit. She sucks and Seungmin moans, her hands flying to Junha's head, pressing against her hard.
Teasing her hand through Seungmin's glistening juices, Junha sinks one finger into her delectable, soaking pussy, flicking her tongue over her clit before licking a long stripe across her seam. She thrusts her tongue into her girlfriend in time with her finger, finding the spongy, raised bump in her sticky, sweet walls with her tastebuds and lathering it lovingly. Seungmin cries out and her fingers twist Junha's hair painfully, sending heat straight to her cunt.
Pulling away, lips glistening, Junha carefully lines the powder up on Seungmin's bare mound. She's impatient, hardly taking a moment to admire her handiwork - Seungmin's perfect pussy topped with cocaine like the cherry on a sundae - before she's diving in.
Junha snorts the coke, dragging her lips over her girlfriend too, until the tip of her nose is gliding through those wet folds. Her tongue resumes its attack on her hole as Seungmin grinds her fat clit against Junhan's nose bridge, her hips thrusting into her face. God, Junha wants Seungmin to ride her face so badly. She'd eat her out for hours until her lips are numb and blue, Seungmin's thighs warm around her ears, but for now she settles for kneeling on the club bathroom floor, devouring pussy like it's her last meal.
Seungmin comes once, her cunt clenching hard around Junha’s tongue and finger, but she keeps grinding, keeps a steady mantra of “more, Junha, please, baby” that's such music to her ears. Her moans are beautiful as Junha sucks on her pussy lips, jerking her clit with relentless fingers before plunging two back into her cunt. It doesn't take much to draw another orgasm out of her and Junha laps her creamy come eagerly, her head aching from how hard Seungmin's strong thighs clamp down around her. Just a little more, a few moments sucking her twitching clit, fingers curling into the bundle of nerves that make her see stars, and Seungmin wails, soaking Junha’s mouth and chin.
Seungmin pulls her into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, her thighs still trembling. “You're fuckin’...magic,” she slurs, pupils blown wide from the sex and the coke. “Cut me another and then we blow this joint. I'll strap you till you fuckin'...forget your damn name, baby.”
“I'll book the taxi now,” Junha grins, handing the baggy over to Seungmin.
Watching her girlfriend do a line off the dirty sink counter, sticky with her own juices, Junha forgets to feel shame at all. There's liquid courage in her veins and her body is thrumming with love and arousal, and obscene amounts of drugs, but who fucking cares.
No matter how often she crawls back to daddy, Junha would always choose this, always choose Seungmin, over him.
The only shame is that she has no choice.