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“What time do you want me to pick you up?” Minhee’s voice asks over the cracked screen of Jisu’s iPhone.
Jisu is busy trying to paint the short and blunt nails of her right hand, phone shoved between her ear and shoulder. The question surprises her, Minhee was not the type to actually show up to parties, much happier to stay at home with her cats.
“Oh, I had already agreed to go over early, help Lix with the set up and stuff.” She says conversationally, pondering the dark blue color varnish.
There is a heavy pause, Jisu holds her breath, hoping she did not offend her best friend. Minhee has not been her friend the longest but the older girl just gets her, they clicked immediately and passionately. Now it is rare to see one without the other, not that they mind, the best place on earth is next to each other.
Assuming her friend would not be attending though, Jisu already agreed to help set up for the party, a birthday bash for Chris, Lix’s boyfriend as well as a celebration party for their top surgery going successfully without a hitch. Something the man had agonized over for years, debating the pros and cons and fighting the emotional rollercoaster that came with gender reassignment. It is not something Jisu ever thought about so she cannot say for sure she understands the struggle, but she can sympathize, they all can. That is why they all try to support him.
“Oh,” Minhee breathes, pulling the younger woman from her thoughts. “That works too, I was just curious.”
Jisu pauses, trying to feel out how her friend is really feeling. Is Minhee upset that she made plans already? Or is she relieved? Sometimes Jisu worries about annoying the elder, their age gap big enough to nearly be double digits.
She debates asking, biting her lip. Jisu does not want to be over emotional or annoying but she would feel awful if she hurt Minhee’s feelings. “Are you upset?” She whispers out, unable to hold the negative feelings without just asking first.
Minhee laughs, genuine and loud, a kind of high cackle that is so unique and at times scary. “No baby, just replanning when I'll head over and stuff.”
Jisu bites her tongue, ducking her head despite the older not being able to see her. It is not a big deal, they call each other baby all the time with even more assortment of pet names. Still it does not calm the butterflies in her tummy, her toes wiggling in green and cream socks.
“So I’ll see you there,” Jisu promises, smiling ear to ear.
Minhee laughs again, something softer, sweeter, almost intimate. “I will find you first thing,” She swears and Jisu’s stomach swoops. “Now tell me about that new Zelda game.” Minhee encourages.
She really should know better, by how much Jisu has talked about the game already, taking up most of their time together to try to explain the story and mechanics. But Minhee never looks bored or annoyed, chin laying in hand, nodding along.
Jisu falls into the most recent part of the story she uncovered and how she kept dying to a frustrating puzzle. Wiping up the nail polish that gets smeared on her hand from her urgent and excited flailing.
~~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~~
“You have to let me pick your outfit!” Lix cries, hair in pretty pigtails and face covered in sweet makeup. Jisu backs up quickly, almost scared by the outburst of the slightly younger girl.
“Why?” Jisu askes, looking down at her jeans and beat up converses. Sure maybe it is not far off her usual attire but she did put on a slightly nicer, red striped long sleeve to make up for it.
Lix huffs, stacking the paper plates on the kitchen island. She had insisted Jisu come over a bit earlier than everyone else to help ‘set up’ but the brunette can see now it was all a ruse. There are already blue and black streamers, balloons and confetti placed artfully around the flat, games set up on the floor and fridge stocked with drinks.
“Because! You said you would wear those matching dresses to OUR birthday party and you didn’t!” Lix cries, pouting and giving sad eyes quite efficiently.
Jisu shrugs, ears red. “You know I just don't like that stuff-”
“LIES!” Lix cries and Jisu almost smiles. “You were blushing so pretty when I convinced you to try it on in the shop and I saw the interest in your eyes! You just got insecure and backed out at the last moment.”
It is not untrue, when her unbiological twin had asked her to help try and pick out dresses her first thought was it was going to be terrible terrible torture. Jisu never grew up with many feminine influences, never had her nails done or dressed shopped before befriending the blonde tornado of pure golden sunshine.
The dress was very very pretty, albeit a little tight fitting. It did make her legs and waist look different though, like they were somebody else's, like they were attractive and pretty. She had felt funny feelings in the dress, like she wanted to shave her legs, like she wanted to put on some perfume and show the world how pretty she is. Mostly though, she wanted to show Minhee. But when the older one knocked on her door, asking to go, Jisu looked in the mirror and felt ugly. Scared and ugly.
The dress at first was one of the prettiest things Jisu had laid her eyes on and in the store with Lix beaming in the mirror behind her, hands on her waist, it looked right on her. In the dark dim light of her bedroom with no one to encourage her, the fabric looked lumpy and dull. Jisu ended up pulling on jeans and a sweater to meet an impatient Minhee at the door.
“Please,” Lix interrupts Jisu’s thinking. Jisu sighs looking at the other girl. She is a little scared to try again, scared of the same thing happening or the reaction of their friends. Maybe she is so far down the ‘tomboy’ image she can no longer look back, cannot experiment. “I mean it's just us, Chris didn't want a huge party. And since we are staying here you can cover up if you really hate it.” Lix convinces, knees bending like she is preparing to beg on the ground if she has to.
Jisu puffs her cheeks, scared butterflies in her stomach, but she nods in agreement. If there was ever a time to try, it would be now, in the safe hands of her friend. And if she hates it, like Lix said, she can just change. Lix squeals, taking Jisu’s tan hand in her own and dragging her across the hardwood to the master.
“I have just the thing in mind!” Lix exclaims, using inhumane strength to get Jisu locked in the room quickly, staring at her like prey. Jisu takes a step back, hitting the bed, suddenly regretting her decision to let the damn evil pixie anywhere near her.
The smaller pushes Jisu down onto the bed, with a command to not move before prancing over to her closet. She ruffles around hangers and drawers and bags. It is a long few minutes of Jisu reevaluating her life while Lix collects whatever torturous misery she has in store.
The doorbell rings, Jisu gets up on instinct to go let the arrivals in. She did not realize it was that time already.
“Don’t even think about it,” Lix’s disembodied voice calls from her closet.
“But,”
“Chris will let them in.” Lix reassures, ignoring a second doorbell. She is carrying a small bundle of clothes, throwing them onto the bed next to the stunned girl. Her pretty eyes turn to the brunette. “Strip.”
~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~
“I don’t look like myself,” Jisu pondered, looking in the mirror. Her hair is the usual semi-wild curls that wrap around her shoulders. They did not have time to fight that battle today, but other things have changed. Lix has added a soft, smudged eyeliner to her eyes, eyelashes coated in mascara and a highlight to her cheeks, a pretty dark stain on her lips. It is simple enough Jisu really likes it surprisingly.
The outfit though is what is giving her conflict. It is pretty, nice, but she is unsure if it is really necessary. Her anxiety is building again. It was fine until they were finished, she loved it, hands continuously running over the soft skirt. But then they were meant to leave the sanctuary of Lix’s bedroom now and greet their friends. Friends they heard arrive by the sound of a doorbell as the blonde dolled Jisu up.
Lix knows without Jisu having to say, because she is insightful and emotionally intelligent like that. “Remember what I said, the door is always open to change.”
Jisu nods, taking a deep breath and watching it get held in the chubby chipmunk cheeks she never grew out of. Lix rubs her shoulder, making a cooing noise the brunette barely hears. She had not noticed the tears piercing her eyes until her vision swam and Lix started to make soft ‘no, no’s’ in her ear. They take a few deep breaths, Jisu thriving in the comfort of her oldest friend.
“Babe?” Chris’s soft voice calls, following a knock. “Everyone is wondering where you all are, they are about ready to play twister.” There is a heavy pause then the man continues, quieter. “Minhee might rip the door off if you don’t bring Jisu out soon.”
That makes both girls laugh, easing the tension just a bit. Jisu is somewhat scared to show Minhee, but also terribly excited. Maybe the older one will like it, and will think she is pretty. It is a pretty outfit with a soft, pale blue and subtle orange plaid skirt, an oversized blue sweater on top, tucked in nicely. It is a slow, soft entrance into the land of skirts and dresses. One Jisu might actually be able to pull off for the night.
Jisu shakes out her hands, looking at the messy blue polish she applied earlier. Lix grabs her hand and she looks up, meeting their eyes.
“Ready?”
Jisu nods, it is now or never. “Ready.” She confirms, smiling.
They turn to leave but suddenly the blonde is tugging her back and shouting in her ears. “Wait!”
“What?” Jisu cries, surprised.
Lix points a dainty finger at Jisu's feet. “Your socks, you have to change them.”
Jisu pauses, debating. “No,” Lix looks at her so fast, she thinks the manic pixie might murder her.
“They are green, Jisu.” She says slowly like it will explain everything.
Jisu bites her lip shrugging, looking at her toes wiggling in the soft material. “They are my favorite.”
Lix’s eye twitches, pink mouth opening but then there is another knock on the door. She gives Jisu an intense side eye but hisses out a ‘Fine!’ and then they are both exiting the room.
Chris stands nearly on top of the door, eyes wide and imploring. They find Lix first, the tension around his hairline easing immediately, shoulders dropping. He holds out a hand which Lix takes easily and then they are greeting as gross as any other happily in love couple.
Chris moves to lead them away but his girlfriend quickly tugs him back. “Babe!” She hisses, eyes narrowed. Poor Chris looks concerned and confused, unaware of what he just did. Lix rolls her eyes, tilting a head towards Jisu. “Tell Jisu how pretty she looks!”
Jisu coughs, feet shuffling. The poor guy only has eyes for Lix, even for a friend he cant look past his adoration to see how the girl’s aesthetic had drastically changed, that is until he was ordered to.
His wide eyes blink, just for a second before processing the command and running his eyes up and down the other girl. He looks a little blank in the eyes but Jisu supposes that is not a bad thing when looking at your girlfriend’s friend.
“You look pretty Jisu-ah,” He says and to be fair he looks earnest enough about it that Jisu feels the compliment hit and stick, making a happy, platonic excitement in her.
“Thank you Chris, congrats on the surgery going well, and a happy birthday of course.”
Chris smiles, a proud and happy beam of a man feeling a hundred percent more himself. The trio make a little bit of small talk walking down the hallway. There is medium volume music booming out of the speakers and the louder sound of people laughing and talking. Jisu can definitely hear Changbin from here, Chris’s 'bro' from college is the loudest person Jisu has ever met.
The party is in full swing with drinks and snacks in hand, a collection of people in different areas of the flat. Some are gossiping in the kitchen, some in an intense WII match in the living room and in the dining area, the table is pushed back to make room for the game of twister being set up by Seungmin and Changbin.
The open floor plan gives an easy view of everyone, nearly twenty people. Jisu’s heart stutters and her stomach falls to the floor. There are more people than she thought. Knowing the popularity of both Chris and Lix, maybe it should not be as surprising as it is but still the knowledge makes the fear return to her quickly and intensely.
On instinct her eyes start to seek out the dark hair of a certain woman. Minhee is taller than Jisu but still on the average size with long, sleek black hair that has purple and white color that peeks from the back. That plus her fashion sense and presence should make her easy to spot but Jisu cannot find her.
Her eyes sweep desperately around the blurry faces, she just wants Minhee. Lix and Chris have already started to move away, smiling faces greeting people in the living room. Jisu thinks about turning around and hiding in Lix's room, or maybe she can make a run for their guest room across the apartment. That maybe would be a better idea, she debates. Just as she is about to make a run for it though, a voice calls out to her, achingly familiar and full of unexplainable intimacy.
“Jisu-ah,” A searching voice calls her attention and the young woman looks over, easily finding the image of her best friend. A huge sigh of relief falls out of Jisu’s chest, like coming up for water. Minhee is here, Minhee is watching for her. Jisu smiles, shaky legs already moving towards the raven-haired woman who stands by the twister mat.
Jisu almost forgets entirely about her new outfit, but then she catches the heavy, lingering stare of Minhee’s eyes working up her body. The older one does not smile necessarily, but there is a tightness around her lips. Jisu slows down, scared that Minhee might be upset with her for coming alone after all.
Minhee notices though, face easing into a smile, holding out a hand for the younger. Jisu relaxes, looking at the hand, then up to the arm of the woman, black tattoo sleeve of tattoos nearly entirely visible, but for the small puff of a sleeve connected to a tight corset-like top. She is wearing a skin tight black leather skirt with large lace detail on her thighs. Said thighs are covered in fucking tights, ones with the imprint of snakes shadowed on them, combat boots on her feet despite being in the house.
Jisu is definitely drooling, can barely even hide the hazy blink or how her feet suddenly stop. She cannot lift her eyes from those fucking tights. Of course the rest of the outfit is equally as eyes catching and fucking draw dropping, but she had never Minhee in anything but the sheer tights, nothing like these fish net, printed ones. Something in her stomach stirs uncontrollably.
“Hi baby,” Minhee says, smiling sharp and sinister. Jisu almost wants to run and hide. That means Minhee definitely noticed her lag, if her smirk is any indication. Jisu opens her mouth to greet her back but Minhee cuts her off, “Don’t you look so fucking pretty, love?”
Jisu melts. Like a nuclear reaction, that is the only explanation for how her body nearly drops to Minhee’s feet, how she feels like her insides have gone up into twirling dances of flames.
She has had a crush on Minhee for who knows how long, since she met her really. But they were friends, good friends and just because they were both gay, did not mean they had to be together. Jisu did not want to be one of those stereotypical gays, they were different. But Minhee is something she could never resist, could never not think about more than just the platonic words.
It takes a while to notice she has just been staring at Minhee, silent and nearly sweating through her skin. Changbin snorts somewhere to the left of her but she ignores him, drinking in Minhee’s sharp eyeliner, long lashes and dark, smooth looking lips.
Minhee is still smirking, but takes pity on the younger, pulling her in for a hug. Minhee smiles as she usually does, a mix of musk and citrus and something woody. Jisu breathes it in, then promptly chokes by what Minhee says, lips so close they brush her ears. “You should wear skirts more baby,”
She leaves a trail of lava up Jisu’s skin, dragging a warm hand around the younger. Jisu nearly faints, light headed already.
But then the spell is broken and the older is dragging her over to the dining table against the wall. Jisu watches the others play twister blankly, mind melted and distracted. She cannot help but look over at Minhee or more specifically at her covered thighs. The tights really shouldn't be that hard to get over, yet Jisu cannot stop looking at them, thinking of them. She wants to feel them, to run a hand over them or maybe to even lick them.
Minhee clears her throat, pointedly looking at Jisu who blushes darkly, looking away. Most people have migrated to the living room or the twister mat, both games in an intense standoff that has everyone mesmerized. She has been so focused on Minhee, Jisu barely remembers they were at a party at all.
She makes it all of two minutes of forcefully making herself watch Seungmin try to bend painfully around Chris and Jeongin both. Jisu sighs, bored but trying to look interested, she jumps to sit on the table. She leans back, maybe from this angle, Minhee will not see that Jisu’s eyes are wondering back.
The tights make her legs look long, and inviting. What would it feel like to have them wrapped around her, or maybe be wrapped around them.
“Jisu-ah,” Minhee says, a hint of a laugh under her breath. Jisu feels shame and embarrassment burn through her, being caught staring again and so quickly.
“Yes, Unnie?” She says, trying to play faux innocence. It does not work, not under the sharp eyes of the older woman.
Minhee leans in, slowly and painfully seductively. Jisu’s legs twitch, they have never done something like this. Never crossed the lines of friendship and platonic flirting. Her stomach is twisting and heart beating.
Minhee places a hand on the table, right between her open thighs, and nearly touches her under he skirt. She snaps her legs shut, shocked. Her mother had always told her that her habit of sitting like a man was unattractive and impolite. Jisu has never wished more than ever that she listened to that batty old woman.
Because now Minhee is leaning in, unfazed by her trapped hand. She cocks a hip on the table, laying her head on Jisu’s shoulder. To anyone’s glance it might look like she is just resting on her shoulder.
But really the older one is leaning in again, so close. Jisu scrunches her shoulders up, heart about to burst apart, her neck has always been intensely sensitive and now Minhee is fucking pressing nearly right up to it, wrist pressed against her apex.
“You keep staring at my tights,” Minhee whispers. Jisu gulps, eyes burning into the ground. “Do you like them?”
The younger is nodding before she can stop herself and Minhee huffs an amused breath against her neck. Jisu flinches, legs twitching. It presses her core against Minhee’s wrist, and Jisu dies at the realization she is wet and Minhee can definitely feel it.
“Unnie,” Jisu whines, but Minhee cuts her off, pressing harder into the younger. Jisu cannot help how her hips jump or the small noise in her throat.
“What were you thinking of, baby?” Jisu shakes her head, denying the shameful thoughts and reaction of her body. Minhee tasks, hair tickling Jisu’s arm. “So you weren’t thinking of my pretty thighs, covered in these tights. Not about how they would feel or maybe look all ripped up? Maybe how they would look while I am kneeling on the floor for you?”
Jisu whimpers, shivering but still, a stubborn, embarrassed part of herself will not let her admit to it. She shakes her head, letting out a stuttery no. Minhee hums, seemingly thoughtful, dragging her lips up Jisu’s neck onto her earlobe.
“Then why are you grinding on my arm?”
The whole world stops. Jisu swears she can feel everything freeze, including her hips, which had been circling and jerking around the wrist between them. She can hear her own panting and short breaths. She feels too hot, already close to something just off of that. The shame stings her but the want throbs. Jisu chokes up a bit in the embarrassment and confusion, starting to wilt under the uncertainty.
And in her times of unsteadiness, she looks to Minhee. Even now with the older’s hot wrist stuffed between her quivering legs. Maybe it is the slightly watery, desperate eyes. Maybe it is the shaky little “Unnie,” Jisu whispers. But the next thing she knows, she is being led hand in hand farther into the flat. Faces pass her but they are a smear, a fleck. Nothing matters but Minhee and this consuming want spreading through her.
Minhee tugs them into the guest room at the back of the flat, slamming the door and crowding Jisu up against it. Jisu pants, confused and so turned on, her toes curl against the wood, reaching for Minhee. Minhee reacts quicker, hands snapping out to grab Jisu’s hips and around the back of her neck. They are so close their breaths mingle and their bodies meld.
“Tell me yes, love,” Minhee heaves, breathing heavily too. Now that they are alone, Jisu can see how it is affecting her too. Jisu hums, distracted, her hips keep moving, meeting Minhee’s in bumps and grinds but at this angle with their clothes it does nothing. “Tell me yes,” Minhee repeats, tugging the younger woman's hair to get her attention.
Jisu blinks, looking into Minhee’s dark eyes. They consume her, they own her. Jisu whimpers, withering against Minhee who tugs again. “Yes, yes yes,” Jisu cries, the noise cut off when Minhee swoops down, swallowing her voice and her breath and her entire being.
It is somewhat sloppy but so so hot, full of nips and the rough forced entry of Minhee’s impatient tongue. Jisu whines, tugging at the older who just pushes her harder into the door, taking what she wants. Jisu can barely catch her breath, lips stinging with the intensity, breath fresher mixed with Minhee.
The older woman grabs her jaw in one hand, forcing her head up to access her neck. Jisu squeaks and squirms, her neck sensitivity nearly too much to handle while pressed against a door.
“My baby, my baby,” Minhee mutters, like a mad person, lips suctioning on and off of Jisu’s neck, biting hard enough to make her knees buckle. “Wanted this for so long, I wanted you.”
Jisu cries out, flinging her head back and succumbing herself to whatever Minhee wants to give her. Her legs are shaking, underwear drenched and pussy throbbing already. It almost feels like she just came from this alone. Minhee seems to know, just like she knows everything, digging a hand between them to press wicked fingers to her core and moving them in a quick circle of wicked lightning.
“Minhee!”
Minhee does not let up even after Jisu screams loud enough to let the whole party know what they are doing. She just continues, flicking and circling her clit with experienced ease. “Fucking soaked baby, what do you want? I will give you anything baby.”
Jisu whimpers, tears already tugging her eyes, close to coming just by being held against the door and fingers digging into her clit. Her mind is scrambled, she cannot possibly be asked to think of anything but trying to come on Minhee’s fingers. Her hands search for purchase, clawing the door and Minhee’s shoulder, legs raised on her tiptoes and shaking uncontrollably.
The older realizes she is in no state to think about and answer questions. Yet she does not let up, speeding up her movements and watching hotly while Jisu flails and withers. She is basking in the younger’s pleasure, it feels like being a god, like being on top of a mountain.
“I know what you want,” Minhee decides, panting as she watches the younger falling apart for her just as she dreamed. “Saw how you stared at my thighs, I will give you what you want, but only after this one baby. Give me this one,” She hisses, tugging Jisu’s hair and moving her hand wickedly against the soaked panties. Jisu gasps, eyes rolling and shaking but still will not fall over the ledge.
In a moment of desperation and genius on Minhee’s part she bunches up the underwear, pulling on it tightly at the top. The middle pulls together, slipping between Jisu’s pussy lips and right against her clit. Jisu chokes on a breath, wheezing. Minhee watches mesmerized, pulling the panties up and down, side to side roughly to fuck against her clit.
“Min, Min-,” Jisu cries, tears leaking from her eyes and barely hanging on.
Minhee licks up her neck, making a moan of her own against Jisu’s ear as the younger practically vibrates, all her muscles unable to handle the stimulation. Minhee bites down harshly while Jisu explodes. She does not scream luckily but a high pitched whine slips out, curling around them. Minhee moves the implemented tool slower to help her ride it out under the shaking semi-stops, blurry doe eyes staring at her.
Jisu leans in for a kiss, it is sloppier than before but full of something much more fulfilling. Jisu's hands are weak and shaky, pawing at the older. It has barely been three minutes of them kissing when Jisu is begging for more, for Minhee to make her feel like that again.
Who is Minhee to say no? Besides, she could never deny her baby anything. “I know what you want,” Minhee reminds, tugging her up to stand weak kneed, hands on the older’s shoulder for balance. Minhee leans down, kissing Jisu’s pouty lips then reaching under her skirt to tug her no-longer innocent looking cotton panties off her legs.
Minhee brings a hand to cup and rub over her wet and hot pussy. “Minhee,” Jisu begs and Minhee shushes her, bringing the hand to her mouth to taste. Jisu groans but Minhee moans, circling the musky, slightly sour taste in her mouth.
“Tastes good,” Minhee insists, “One day I will eat you out for dinner.” Jisu seems excited by that shivering but the look on her face does not leave. Minhee sighs, bringing a hand down to collect more of her juices then forcing the fingers in the younger woman's mouth, the other hand holding her hand still. “Taste yourself, see how good you taste for me?” Jisu moans, hips kicking again, tongue circling the digits shoved against her tongue eagerly.
Minhee chuckles darkly, amused, looking at her new play thing. She tugs open Jisu’s legs and pressed a leg into them, propped on the floor so her knee pressed against the soaking pussy. Jisu moans, grabbing onto the limb immediately and hips moving to grind already.
“This is what you wanted,” Minhee hisses, clearing the hair out of her eyes to look at her. “Wanted to drag your wet cunt over my thigh like a bitch?”
Jisu pants eyes unfocused, hips moving desperately the more Minhee speaks. Her lips are screwed up like she might cry, eyebrows furrowed. But she is too dumb to speak, pleasure too intense.
Minhee coos, digging her knee in and watching Jisu’s watery eyes pinch close with tears, mouth open and panting. “Feel the drag of my tights against your clit?” Jisu gasps, nodding hurriedly, hands circling around the underside of Minhee’s thigh, hips moving to hump her throbbing center against the tactile knee covered in fishnets.
“Im gonaa- gonna,” Jisu chants, thighs shaking and hands grappling Minhee’s leg harder. The angle is just right, Jisu’s legs spread wide over the offered limb, nearly on her toes as she hurdles herself to the edge. This is what she wanted, the minute she saw the garment on Minhee’s long tanned legs. Wanted to feel them rub against her clit and soak them in her juices. Because Minhee is hers. No one else gets Jisu with no words or vice versa.
And something about the animalistic pleasure of humping against someone's leg, like a pup in heat so in need of them they lose their inhibitions to be a functioning human. It sent Jisu over the edge with a squeal, toes burning but the angle just too good to give up. Right on where it makes her most sensitive, shaking out of her skin. She cannot get enough, even as Minhee is petting her, whispering “Good girls,” in her ears she wants more.
“Again, again,” She begs, tugging at Minhee. The older one seems a bit shocked but smiles happy and kind, pecking her swollen lips.
“Maybe the bed?” Minhee offers, leading them over to the made bed with a double check to the lock on the door.
Jisu shudders, barely able to walk. Minhee takes the opportunity to tug her borrowed skirt off of her hips, drinking her in. The older one brings a hand to the swollen core, running a finger back and forth. “Wan- want, again”
Minhee raises an eyebrow, brings the finger to circle her nub and smiles when Jisu’s legs spasm. “Want my thigh again?” Jisu nods desperately, tucking her head into Minhee’s neck.
Minhee laughs, petting her head. “Ok cutie, whatever you want.”
The raven haired girl gets on the bed, laying against the headboard, legs bent at the knee, inviting. She does not even need to call Jisu over before the younger is crawling quickly and clumsily across the bed. So full of desperate need, she brings her hands around Minhee’s knees and sits her wet crotch on her ankle without second guessing. Hips are already digging down into the appendage Minhee so graciously angles up, creating a perfect seat for Jisu to bounce and rut against.
Already overstimulated by her first two and one so recently it sparks intensely on her overworked clit but it feels so fucking good. She has always loved the oversensitivity of barely stopping and going again. Loved the quick and violent throw over the ledge, how it got higher and fell every time.
She is already close, hips moving viciously against Minhee who has started to bounce her foot, relishing in the cry it forces out of Jisu.
“Minheeee!” Jisu squeals, leaning back on her hands, knees spread to push herself up against Minhee. “Please, please, pleasee!” She begs unknown for what. But Minhee always knows, because Jisu is Minhee’s.
The older reaches a hand out, the arm inked with a sleeve tattoo and grabs Jisu around the throat, squeezing. Jisu’s arms shake behind her, hips desperately rutting into the strong calf as she shakes apart. She feels like every atom of her being is detaching and exploding. Tears pour from her eyes and she brings a sweater covered hand to her face to cry and whimper in, hips spasming, trying to hold back the scream.
She twitches, out of breath and hyper sensitive. Minhee hauls her up to lay on her chest, kissing with barely any energy. Jisu is half spiraled over the girl, now her own knee against Minhee’s still covered center. Minhee moans, grabbing the younger’s hips.
“Don’t move baby, be good and let me use you.”
Jisu nods blurry, face tucked into Minhee’s neck while the older one uses her. Her thrusts are more practiced, going for consistency then the desperate hump of Jisu. Minhee is holding onto her in a hug, pressing her hips tightly into the tan skin of her favorite person. It feels erotic, to be humped against, quickly reawakening Jisu’s own libido that when Minhee cums with a gasp she is dimly moving her own hips.
They stay in that lazy state of kissing grinding for a while longer, then Minhee is tugging her hair, pulling her back from wherever her brain had wandered off of.
“I want more, one more baby, for me.” Minhee whispers, slipping hand into Jisu’s shirt and pinching her nips. Jisu keens, but has the strength to bring a hand down to Minhee’s core, tugging her lacy underwear off.
Minhee tugs her arm away. “No you, want you to come on me one more time.” Minhee orders, sitting up and manhandling the younger to face away from her, shirt lifted to show her plump ass.
Jisu cannot even argue, oversensitivity pleading into the need for just one more high, how much taller can the cliff get, how far can she fall.
Minhee has her maneuvered one propped up leg, sitting almost on in her hip, clit right against the worn and torn fishnets. Jisu leans on the propped knee for leverage, humping in a frantic rhythm like there was no pause, like she never came before.
She barely has the mind to realize Minhee is maneuvering the leg Jisu has in between Minhee’s legs up to her own wet pussy. Foot upside down and tucked under to line her clit up with Jisu’s heel. She circles her hips, plowing down on the heel while Jisu grasps desperately at her knee, pushing up from it and bending her back into pleasure.
The only noise in the room is the sound of their pants and moans and whimpers. The rustle and thump of humping. Jisu cannot get enough of the drag on her clit from the fishnets, hips burning but unable to stop. Minhee paws at her hips the pleasure of watching Jisu be so needy and desperate to get off on her legs not once but three times is mind numbing.
“Close, baby, close,” She warns, hips finally losing control to rut mindlessly like Jisu.
Jisu cries, whole body shaky, pushing against the sturdy knee to dig her clit into the nets deeper. The simultaneous bounces of their bodies is too much for Minhee who shakes into an orgasm. She wants to tear Jisu down with her though, to have them plummet to the bottom. Unsure where the idea came from but she brings a quick and wicked slap down onto Jisu’s ass. Then reaches up, tugging her head back by her hair, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“Come on, fucking thigh slut, come for me.”
Jisu squeals, loud and uncontrollable, liquid spurting softly onto Minhee’s thigh, completely different to how she animalistically moves herself against the limp. Minhee is no better, clenching Jisu’s ass in one hand and ankle in the other, groaning loudly while circling her hips against her heel.
Jisu gasps, whole body shaking. Minhee toes clench and unclench painfully with the force of the orgasm. Watching Jisu clumsily dismount and fall between Minhee’s shaky legs. One foot is still wedged under the older woman, the other laying across her hip.
Minhee grabs the ankle, rubbing the bone and looking fondly at the familiar socks and wiggling toes moving in it. Jisu pants against the bed while Minhee falls back and stares at the ceiling, comfortably holding onto her ankle.
They stay in silence for many many long moments, but it is not awkward, because they are soulmates and despite getting off on each other that did now change. Though Jisu hopes everything will change now. After what must be nearly an hour of heavy breathing, twitching muscles and cooling skin Minhee finally speaks.
“All this time trying to get you to take a hint..” Jisu looks up, confused and intrigued. She has never noticed any hints before, she thought her crush on Minhee was completely one sided. “All this time trying to get my chance at this, all the things I tried. The short hair, the long hair, the short dresses, the tight pants. All I had to do was wear fucking tights.”
“Unnie!”