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Jungha watches Jimin after every phone call with her ex sighing in pure frustration because they keep chasing their tails. The man calls her drunkenly, starts to apologize but then he spirals and it turns into screams behind the line. Jungkook wants to punch the guy for giving her unnie a hard time.
So that's exactly how Jimin finds her way to Jungha in more ways than just comfort. One night after an exhausting day of back to back schedules and to top it all off the call from the ex, when Jungha drives Jimin to her apartment the older asks her to come over because she doesn't feel like being alone despite being exhausted. Before being manager and idol they are friends so of course Jungha indulges.
She parks the company car in the parking lot and they both ride the lift to Jimin's very large apartment.
Jimin clings to Jungha in the elevator the entire time, draping her weight on hers and Jugha doesn't mind. It’s just that her heavy warmth pressing against her makes it hard to contain herself. They are not a thing and they will never be more than just best friends . Jungha has to keep reminding herself so that she can stay sane when they get out of the elevator and Jimin takes her hand to lead her through the hallway towards her door.
Her hands are so soft but a bit cold which makes Jungha want to cup both of her small palms in hers and keep them warm. They enter the house, it’s mostly dark save for the overhead light in the hallway that automatically turns on sensing they entered. Jimin seems to forget about Jungha’s hands when she clumsily tries to take off her boots and then slip into her slippers. She doesn’t know Jungha misses the softness of her palm against her own.
Jungha doesn’t know what it is that makes Jimin so clingier than usual. They are both touchy people but tonight Jimin has been basically inseparable from Jungha. Maybe it’s because she has been having a hard time lately and needs a body to sink against. Jungha also knows Jimin has gotten no action from their usual gossiping conversations about who is getting laid and whatnot. Jimin just tossed a mindless, annoyed comment about being the only bitchless one among her idol friends. Jungha tried so hard not to offer herself on a silver platter right then and there.
Jimin walks deeper in the apartment and the fancy lights turn on without her lifting a finger. She just plops down on the couch in the living room area, still in her trench coat and fanny pack clinging to her waist. Jungha gulps when she thinks about how Jimin will ask her to help getting out of them. She should be used to the routine but her heart is a traitor.
She walks towards Jimin and the older seems like she’s half drifted into a nap. She carefully sits beside her, admiring her face. So serene yet so exhausted. She has that crease in her brows when she has a lot on her mind. Jungha can only resist for so long and she finally gives in to her desire and reaches out to touch her face in an attempt to smooth out the frown.
But that is her worst mistake because Jimin is not completely adrift so she makes a small sound and leans in on Jungha’s touch against her cheek and holds her there with her own palm.
“You’re so warm.” She mewls and Jungha has to take a deep breath to reel it in. Whatever that’s boiling hot under her skin with Jimin's face against her palm and so close to her mouth.
Jungha clears her throat awkwardly and before Jimin can say anything else she says, “Unnie, you need to get changed.”
Jimin groans the tail end of it turning into a cry, “Don’t wanna get up.”
Jungkook chuckles, “well i knew you’d say that. So how about I help you get these clothes off and then bring you some pjs?”
“You’re an angel. I don’t know what would i do without you.” jimin says and as she does her eyes meet jungha’s. They are half lid and so beautiful that put Jungha in a trance. Not realizing she is staring at jimin with her mouth slightly open.
Jimin still has her hand in hers but now it’s in her lap. Jungha only realizes when she starts tracing her thumb in the palm of her hand, her blunt painted nails drawing indecipherable patterns. Jungha looks down, finding the intensity of Jimin's gaze too much like being under a scorching hot sun.
“I mean it, Jungha. With how shit these past few months have been, I don't think I could stay sane without you being there.” Jimin says, her voice gentle but tired.
Jungha feels like her face goes so hot so she doesn’t care to look up in her unnie’s eyes. She only dares to grab Jimin’s hand hers tighter, “I was just doing my job, unnie.” She mumbles shyly but Jimin hears her loud and clear.
“You did so much more than your job for me, let’s be honest here.” Jimin argues and forces Jungha's face up with her other hand by grabbing her on the chin.
Jungha’s eyes are round and full of so much adoration. She doesn’t dare respond because the look on Jimin's face is so raw and she knows she shouldn’t let her thoughts and desires get to her but she’s just a girl with a crush the size of the mount olympus and its titans.
“I should take care of you more often.” Jimin muses, seemingly more to herself but nevertheless it gets to Jungha's in ways that it must not. She has to shift in her seat so the tingle in-between her legs goes away but it’s impossible when Jimin is getting closer to her, tracing her face as Jungha’s eyes fall shut.
Jimin lifts her face again and this time she doesn’t have the time to open her eyes because Jimin's lips are slotted against hers. Her heart skips a beat but before she has the time to register what happens Jimin pulls away, both of their eyes wide as they stare at each other.
“i-i’m sorry-”
Jungha doesn’t give the older another moment; she pounces at Jimin and crashes their lips back against each other by holding her face. Jimin moans and holds Jungha’s face in her palms as she kisses back as fervently.
It happens way too fast, hands all over each other trying to separate skin from clothing. Jungha lets herself drown in Jimin entirely; slipping a hand under her creased expensive trench coat and slides it off her shoulder just to kiss her way down the column of her neck. “Is this okay?” She whispers by her ear, tucking a strand of long blond hair behind Jimin’s pierced ear.
“Yes, please go on.” Jimin pants and Jungha needs no more than that.
She basks in the warmth of Jimin’s skin as she leaves open mouthed kisses. She knows she can’t leave marks but that doesn’t stop her from gliding a hand up Jimin’s torso to cup her breast, feeling her hardened nipples under her fingers against her sweater.
Jimin moans and it’s so visceral when Jungha squeezes and sucks shortly on the lower part of her neck, Jungha feels like she’s damp in between her legs. It happens to rile up Jimin after because she grabs Jungha by the hair and forces her up and kisses her on the mouth again, shoving her tongue as she forces her to lie down on her back.
They pause for a second, staring at each other. Jungha looks like she’s already in another dimension with how dazed and full of desire her eyes shine. Jimin is no better, mouth kissed red and swollen as she straddles Jungha, her small waist and well built torso under the mercy of her thighs.
Jimin shifts on top of her and it causes her to grind against each other for a brief friction. Jungha melts, turning into molten lava when Jimin shoves a palm in between their bodies and grinds again against her now leaking cunt.
“Not so bold for unnie, are you baby?” Jimin chuckles, her sudden turn of demeanor to take control doesn’t help Jungha to stay completely composed, not that she ever planned to. She has wanted this for so long that she doesn’t care that her ego might be at stake.
“Take whatever you want, unnie.” She says, trying to be bold and staring at Jimin’s eyes that are racking over her body.
“Oh I will, cupcake.” Jimin muses, running her palms down her stomach, where Jungha’s sweater has ridden up to reveal a smooth patch of skin. Jimin sounds like a predator, the exhaustion no longer making her loose but Jungha still wants to take care of her.
“I want to take care of you too.” She expresses her thoughts out loud and Jimin gives her a gentle smile as she lets her fingers sneak under Jungha’s sweater.
“How about we move to somewhere more comfortable and then decide who’s taking care of who, hmm?” Jimin suggests and her perfectly manicured fingers running on Jungha’s bare skin gliding up and up makes her buffer for a moment to give an answer.
She catches Jimin’s wrist and seats up by her elbows, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I would love that.”
They scramble to get up and out of their clothes as they crash against walls and nearby furniture barely being able to keep each other’s hands to themselves. By the time they reach the threshold of Jimin’s room, Jungha is in her jeans and the white tank top she wore under her leather jacket which Jimin unmercifully ripped off her.
Jimin is no better as she shoves Jungha back until her shins touch the bedframe and she falls on her back willingly. Jimin can tell her eyes are calling for her from the deepest parts of her heart. So she frames Jungha’s legs with her own, getting to work her zipper and button and Jungha grounds herself by placing her palms, burning hot against Jimin’s thighs, watching her slip her finger under the waistband of the jeans and sliding them down with her panties.
They both moan, Jimin at the sight she witnesses and Jungha at the feeling of her very wet panties peeling off her cunt. She turns beet red, biting her lips to contain any other lustful noise unleashing. Jimin throws the pants somewhere behind her and dashes forward; the force of the kiss is so much that Jungha, who was propping up on her elbows, gets knocked back.
Jimin swallows all her moans as her fingers work on her folds, running her fingers in circles which makes Junha’s hips jerk up into her fingers. In her pleasure-addled stupor Jungha finds her own hands sneaking in-between their bodies, mind set on taking care of her unnie. The zipper on Jimin’s cargo pants are already undone from their walk to the bedroom so she has easy access.
She slides her hands inside the back of her pants. Cupping two perfectly round butt cheeks only to rile Jimin up by making her grind on top of her as she fingers Jungha. They both barely remember how to kiss because Jimin’s fingers are inside Jungha and the only thing the younger is capable of is moaning soundlessly against Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin wiggles her ass out of her pants with one hand as best as she can, and Jungha’s blunt nails instantly find her bare ass. “You wanted to take care of me, hmm?” Jimin says, against Jungha’s lips, her fingers simultaneously trying to find the spot that will make the younger melt under her.
Jungha just whines but manages to nod eagerly, her cunt clenching around Jimin’s fingers trying to hold back from spilling.
“Then would you use that pretty mouth of yours for me?” Jimin emphasises and when she knows she has found the g-spot inside Jungha by her trembling body and eyes rolling back she pulls her fingers out abruptly.
Jungha cries out, her body and hole convulsing and clenching around nothing due to her body being denied an orgasm. But she was just promised a greater compensation so she is eager when Jimin lies down on her back, spreading her legs to invite Jungha in.
Jimin admires her sweaty and wavy bangs falling over her face and sticking to her face. She is going to look much more wrecked coming up from in between her legs. Jungha seats back on her haunches, trying to tie her short bob with the elastic hair tie around her wrist. Jimin chuckles, “You’ve come prepared, haven’t you?”
“Anything for you.” Jungha grins and leans down just to start slithering up Jimin’s body.
She places small kisses on Jimin’s honey smooth calves, slowly mapping out Jimin until she reaches the inner thighs. Jimin has been watching her the whole time, clenching the bed sheets in her fist.
Jungha glances one last time at Jimin knowingly as she closes her mouth around a spot very close to her dripping pussy. She bites there briefly and Jimin’s patience wears out because she fists a hand in Jungha’s hair, messing up the bun just to force her mouth down her folds.
Jungha moans and goes willingly, licking against around her hole like a hungry beast just to taste Jimin. She moans as her taste settles on her noth and it causes Jimin to gush out more against her mouth, her first release for the night.
Jimin shakes and holds Jungha down to ride out her orgasm, who is very much turned on and her hips twitch from trying to keep herself from grinding down on the bed.
Feeling overstimulated, Jimin grabs Jungha’s face just to kiss her and the taste of herself on her tongue making new found heat swirl in her stomach. She knows Jungha was good for her so she wants to reward her.
“You wanna fuck unnie, baby?” Jimin pants, exhaustion settling back in her bones after the orgasm but she can’t get enough of Jungha.
“Yes please, Jiminie.” Jungha almost whines in answer.
“Okay go on, show me how pretty you are when you come for unnie.”
They shift around until their cunts are touching and Jungha doesn’t waste a moment grinding down on Jimin. As she bounces on top of her, her very full tits jiggle with her and Jimin can’t help but to seat up and take one nub in her mouth, sucking as if starved.
“Jimin, please!” Jungha almost screams, holding Juimin’s shoulders for leverage as she fucks her pussy against JImin, feeling the longawaited orgasm approaching. When she finally comes, Jimin does it with her too both trying to thrust against each other to ride out the orgasm.
Jungha drapes her whole body down on Jimin, panting and whining about how good it felt while thanking unnie for giving her this.
They haphazardly clean themselves up, throwing dirty sheets somewhere they can pick up later for laundry. Jungha is extremely clingy and doesn’t let Jimin out of her arms as she rests her head on top of her boobs.
“Are you claiming my boobs, Jungha?” Jimin says amusedly, running a hand through Jungha’s hair.
Jungha just hums, “Mhhm, they are mine now.” She says before thinking too much about it. Jimin’s hand in her hair stills and that's when the younger registers what she said and it makes her jerk and lift herself off Jimin.
“I- I’m sorry. I meant-”
“They are yours only if you’re willing to accept me as a full package.” Jimin blurts out, cutting off Jungha’s rambling.
Jungha pauses, looking at Jimin apprehensively, “Wait- what?”
“Do you want me to spell it out, Jungha?” Jimin says, still amused about Jungha not understanding, because she narrows her eyes at her.
“Fine, I want you to be my girlfriend.” Jimin announces casually and Jungha remains still.
Her bambi eyes go wide slowly and Jimin can’t help the giggle that slips out of her but tries to hide it behind a palm.
Then the next thing she realises is being tackled down on the bed, being kissed breathless. She kisses back to let Jungha know she meant it, everything they did and said.
“Then take me on a date.” Jungha says when she pulls back, staring down at Jimin’s face.
“Yes ma’am.”
They both grin and find themselves kissing, fucking — yes again and again —until they eventually tire each other out and fall asleep cuddling.