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Jimin gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared daggers at the rearview mirror. The incessant honking from the cars behind her was grating on her nerves, each blare a personal affront to her carefully crafted composure. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside her.
"Stupid piece of junk," she muttered, glaring at her sleek, expensive sports car that had suddenly decided to die on her. The irony was not lost on her; she, Yu Jimin, the heiress to a multimillion-dollar fashion empire, was being held hostage by a mere vehicle.
Jimin's phone buzzed with an incoming call. She glanced at the screen, seeing her father's name flashing. With a sigh, she answered, putting the phone on speaker.
"Yes, Dad?" she said, her voice dripping with barely contained annoyance.
"Jimin, where are you? You're late for the board meeting," her father's stern voice echoed through the car.
"I'm stuck in traffic, Dad. My car broke down," she replied, her tone making it clear that she blamed everyone but herself for the situation.
There was a pause on the other end. "I'll send someone to tow your car. Be at the meeting in an hour, or there will be consequences."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Jimin seething. Consequences? She was the future of the company, and he dared to threaten her? Jimin's face flushed with annoyed as she slammed her phone onto the passenger seat.
"Consequences?" she spat, her voice rising. "I'll show you consequences, you old bastard!"
She leaned on the horn, adding her own cacophony to the symphony of irritation behind her. "Stupid car! Stupid traffic! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Her hands shook with fury as she rummaged through her purse, searching for a cigarette. She needed something, anything, to calm her nerves. Finding one, she lit it quickly, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out the window.
"Fuck this," she muttered, opening the door and stepping out onto the hot asphalt. The honking grew louder, but she ignored it, throwing the cigarette away and storming to the trunk to retrieve her designer luggage. If she had to walk, she'd walk. She'd rather arrive at the meeting sweaty and disheveled than sit there a moment longer, trapped and helpless.
Jimin grunted as she struggled with her heavy luggage, her designer heels slipping on the pavement. "Stupid, stupid luggage," she muttered, giving it a frustrated kick.
Suddenly, a deep, feminine voice cut through her tirade. "Car trouble?"
Jimin startled, turning to see a woman on a sleek black motorcycle, her helmet obscuring her face. The biker's leather jacket creaked as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the handlebar.
"None of your business," Jimin snapped, her patience worn thin. She turned back to her luggage, determined to ignore the intrusion.
But the biker persisted. "Looks like you could use a hand." Without waiting for a response, she dismounted her motorcycle and strode over to Jimin, her boots thudding on the asphalt.
Jimin's eyes narrowed as the biker approached, her annoyance morphing into suspicion. She straightened up, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I don't need your help," Jimin said, her tone icy.
The biker stopped a few feet away, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Hey, no offense meant. I just thought I'd offer." She tilted her head, studying Jimin with an unreadable expression. "You look like you're having a rough day."
Jimin's lips pressed into a thin line. She hated being underestimated, and this biker's casual demeanor grated on her nerves. "I'm fine," she insisted, her voice clipped. "I can handle my own luggage."
The biker's lips quirked into a small smile, as if amused by Jimin's stubbornness. "Suit yourself," she said, taking a step back. "But if you change your mind, I'm here."
Jimin finally managed to wrestle her heavy luggage out of the trunk, grunting with exertion. "What the fuck did I pack in here?" she muttered, straightening up and brushing off her designer dress.
As she turned to leave, the biker’s voice stopped her. "What about your car?"
Jimin glanced back, her expression impatient. "It broke down. I don't know why, and I don't care. I've already called my father, so it'll be towed later." She hoisted her luggage, preparing to walk away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to."
But the biker girl wasn't done yet. "You're walking? In those heels?" She nodded towards Jimin's stilettos, a hint of concern in her voice. "It's a long way to wherever you're going."
Jimin's jaw clenched. She hated being told what to do, especially by a stranger. "I'll manage," she said coldly. "Goodbye."
Jimin had taken a few steps away when the biker's next words stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm a mechanic, by the way. I could take a look at your car if you want."
Jimin spun around, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement. "Why didn't you say so sooner?" she demanded, rushing back towards the biker. "I've been standing here arguing with you when you could have been fixing my car!"
The biker shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "You didn't ask," she pointed out, her tone neutral. "Besides, I was enjoying the show."
Jimin ignored the comment, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and impatience. "Well? Are you going to look at it or not? I don't have all day."
The biker pulled off her helmet, revealing a face that caught Jimin off guard. Her short brown hair was slightly disheveled from the helmet, framing a visage that was equal parts pretty and handsome. Brown doe eyes gazed at Jimin from beneath long lashes, and full, kissable lips curved into a smirk.
What the fuck?
Jimin blinked, momentarily stunned by the biker's appearance. She looked like a puppy, all cute and adorable, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was a stark contrast to the tough, intimidating aura she'd exuded with the helmet on.
How could someone so petite and pretty ride a massive motorcycle with such confidence?
"Like what you see?" the biker asked, her voice laced with amusement as she caught Jimin staring.
Jimin snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Just... just hurry up and look at my car," she stammered, trying to regain her composure.
The biker's smirk widened at Jimin's flustered response. "Alright, alright, I'm going," she said, tossing her helmet onto her motorcycle. She sauntered over to Jimin's car, her hips swaying slightly. Crouching down, she popped open the hood and peered inside, her brow furrowing in concentration.
Jimin watched her, feeling a strange flutter in her chest. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about this biker girl that intrigued her.
After a few minutes, the biker straightened up, wiping her hands on a rag she'd pulled from her pocket. " Looks like your alternator's shot," she announced, turning to face Jimin. "It's a quick fix, but I'll need to grab some tools from my bike."
Jimin nodded, relief washing over her. "Thank you," she said, her voice softer than before. "I... I appreciate your help."
The biker's expression softened at Jimin's words, a genuine smile replacing her usual smirk. "No problem," she said, her voice warm. "It's what I'm here for."
She turned back to her motorcycle, rummaging through a compartment on the side. As she searched, Jimin found herself admiring the biker's form the way her leather jacket hugged her shoulders, the lean muscles in her arms, the curve of her hips—
Wait, what? Jimin shook her head, startled by her own thoughts. She couldn't believe she was checking out the mechanic. What's wrong with me?
The biker returned, a toolbox in hand. "Okay, let's get this alternator fixed," she said, crouching back down beside the car. As she worked, she glanced up at Jimin, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what's a girl like you doing in a fancy car like this, anyway?"
Jimin's eyes widened at the biker's admission. "You don't know who I am?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. She waited for the biker to realize her mistake, to put the pieces together and recognize her as the Yu Jimin, the heiress to the YU Fashion.
But the biker just shrugged, her focus returning to the car's engine. "Should I?" she asked, her tone casual. "I don't keep up with celebrity gossip or whatever."
Jimin gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "I'm Yu Jimin, the daughter of CEO Yu Sanghoon. I'm the next heiress to YU Fashion. How is it possible that you don't know me?"
The biker paused, looking up at Jimin with a raised eyebrow. "Wow, you're really selling yourself short there," she said, her voice dry.
Jimin bristled at the biker's comment, her ego bruised. "I'm not selling myself short," she snapped. "I'm just stating facts. I'm a well-known figure in the fashion industry."
The biker chuckled, shaking her head. "Okay, heiress," she said, her tone amused. "I'll play along. So, what brings a big shot like you to this part of town? Slumming it with the commoners?"
Jimin's lips pursed, her eyes narrowing. She didn't like being mocked, especially by someone she considered beneath her. "I was on my way to a board meeting," she replied stiffly. "Until my car decided to break down, that is."
The biker nodded, her expression unreadable. "Well, consider yourself lucky."
"Consider myself lucky?" Jimin echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. "How, exactly, am I lucky? My car is broken, I'm stuck on the side of the road, and I'm late for an important meeting. I'm not feeling particularly fortunate right now."
The biker finished tightening a bolt and straightened up, wiping her hands on a rag. "Lucky because you ran into me," she said, her brown eyes locking onto Jimin's. "I mean, think about it. If your car hadn't broken down, you wouldn't have met the charming mechanic who's about to save your day."
Jimin's mouth opened and closed, momentarily at a loss for words. The biker's confidence was both infuriating and... intriguing. She crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure. "You're certainly full of yourself," she said, her tone a mix of annoyance and grudging admiration.
The biker's lips curved into a smug smile. "Just stating facts, heiress," she said, her voice teasing. "But hey, if you're not grateful, I can always leave you to wait for your dad's tow truck."
Jimin's eyes flashed with irritation, but there was a hint of something else in their depths— a spark of interest, perhaps?
"No, no," Jimin said quickly, her tone softer. "I appreciate your help. Really."
The biker nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good," she said, turning back to the car. "Now, let's get you back on the road. I don't want to be responsible for making the great heiress Yu Jimin late for her precious board meeting."
As she worked, Jimin found herself studying the biker's profile, taking in the sharp line of her jaw, the curve of her neck. She shook her head, puzzled by her own fascination.
Who was this woman, and why couldn't she seem to look away?
Jimin's gaze wandered over the biker's form, taking in the lean muscles of her arms, the curve of her hips. As her eyes traveled downward, they suddenly widened in surprise. There, unmistakable beneath the denim of the biker's jeans, was a distinct bulge. Jimin's breath caught in her throat. She blinked, looking again to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. No, there was no mistaking it. The biker had a... a cock?
Fuck.
A mix of shock, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable curiosity swirled within Jimin. She'd never encountered a woman with male genitalia before. Part of her wanted to stare, to examine the bulge more closely, while another part urged her to look away, to pretend she hadn't noticed.
The biker chose that moment to straighten up, catching Jimin's gaze. Jimin quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing. Had the biker noticed her staring?
The biker tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion at Jimin's sudden blush and avoidance. "What's wrong?" she asked, wiping her hands on a rag. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Jimin's face. "Hey, are you okay? You're not having some kind of allergic reaction to car fumes, are you?"
Jimin swallowed hard, her mind racing. She couldn't just come out and ask about the biker's... anatomy. That would be too rude, too forward. But the curiosity was eating away at her. "I'm fine," she said, her voice slightly strained. "I just... I was just thinking about the meeting. I really need to get going."
The biker nodded, seemingly accepting Jimin's explanation. "Almost done," she said, turning back to the car.
As the biker finished up the repairs, Jimin's mind continued to whirl. She snuck glances at the bulge in the biker's jeans, her curiosity growing with each passing minute. What would it be like to... No, she shook her head, dispelling the thought.
She couldn't be thinking such things.
The biker slammed the hood of the car shut and turned to Jimin, a satisfied smile on her face. "All set," she said. "Your car should be good to go now."
Jimin nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "How much do I owe you?"
The biker's smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's on the house," she said, her voice warm. "A favor for a damsel in distress. Besides, I don't think I could accept money from someone as important as you." She stepped aside, gesturing towards the driver's seat. "Why don't you give it a try? See if she starts up."
Jimin hesitated for a moment, then nodded, moving to get into the car. As she slid behind the wheel, she couldn't help but notice the biker's eyes on her, the way they followed her movements with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
She turned the key in the ignition, holding her breath as the engine roared to life. Relief flooded through her, and she let out a sigh. It worked.
When she looked up, the biker was grinning at her, her thumbs hooked in the belt loops of her jeans. "See?" she said, her voice triumphant. "Told you I was good."
"Probably good in bed too," Jimin said, her voice barely audible. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what she'd muttered aloud. She looked up at the biker, her face flushed with embarrassment, praying that the woman hadn't heard.
But the biker was looking at her, her head tilted to the side in confusion. "Bed?" she echoed, her brow furrowed. "Oh, yeah, I'm good at sleeping on bed too. I can pretty much pass out anywhere."
Jimin stared at her, momentarily stunned. Then, realizing the biker's innocence, she let out a giggle, shaking her head. "No, no," she said, her voice amused. "That's not what I meant."
The biker's confusion only seemed to deepen. "Then what did you mean?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I don't get it."
Jimin's giggles turned into full-blown laughter, the absurdity of the situation hitting her. Here she was, standing on the side of the road with a mechanic who had no idea about the implications of her words. It was both hilarious and endearing. Jimin's laughter subsided, leaving her with a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. She looked at the biker, her eyes shining with amusement and something else.
"You know," she said, her voice softer than before, "since I've told you who I am, it's only fair that I know your name too."
The biker blinked, as if surprised by the request. Then, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a worn business card, holding it out to Jimin. "It's Minjeong," she said, her voice equally soft. "Kim Minjeong. And that's my workshop's number and location, in case you ever need me again."
Jimin took the card, her fingers brushing against Minjeong's. As their fingers touched, Jimin felt a jolt of electricity run through her. She looked up, her eyes locking with Minjeong's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was a tension in the air, a palpable chemistry that neither of them could deny.
Minjeong's gaze lingered on Jimin's face, her eyes searching. Then, slowly, she withdrew her hand, breaking the contact. "You should probably get going," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "Wouldn't want to keep your important meeting waiting."
Jimin nodded, her throat suddenly dry. "Right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you again, Minjeong. For everything."
Minjeong smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached her eyes. "And drive safe," Minjeong added, her tone gentle. "No more breaking down on the side of the road."
Jimin nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I will," she promised. She glanced down at the business card in her hand, then back up at Minjeong. "And... I might just take you up on that offer. For future car troubles, I mean."
Minjeong's smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll be looking forward to it," she said, her voice warm.
Jimin felt a flutter in her chest at Minjeong's words. She tucked the business card into her purse, a sense of anticipation building within her. "Until then," she said, her voice softer than she intended.
With a final nod, she turned and slid back into her car, the leather seats cool against her skin. As she pulled away, she glanced in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Minjeong watching her go. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Jimin felt her heart skip a beat.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she merged into traffic. As Jimin drove, her mind wandered back to the bulge in Minjeong's jeans. She couldn't shake the image from her head, the curiosity burning within her. What did it look like? How big was it? The questions raced through her mind, each one more provocative than the last.
By the time she reached the office, Jimin's face was flushed, and her heart was racing. She stumbled out of the car, her legs unsteady.
She needed answers, and she knew exactly where to find them.
—
The days that followed were a blur of meetings and designer fittings, but Jimin's thoughts kept drifting back to Minjeong and that mysterious bulge. She found herself staring at the mechanic's business card, her finger tracing the raised letters of her name.
On the third day, Jimin made a decision. She would visit Minjeong's workshop, under the guise of checking on her car. It was a flimsy excuse, but it was better than admitting the real reason— her burning curiosity.
As she drove to the workshop, Jimin's heart raced with nerves. She, Yu Jimin, was about to make the first move. It was unheard of, but the thought of Minjeong's bulge was too tempting to resist.
When she arrived, Jimin took a deep breath before entering the workshop. The smell of oil and metal greeted her. Jimin wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell, but pushed the discomfort aside. She parked her car haphazardly in the workshop, not bothering to check if she was blocking anyone else.
As the heiress of YU Fashion, she was used to getting what she wanted, consequences be damned.
She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. The workshop was a flurry of activity, with tools over various vehicles, the sound of tools clanking and engines revving filling the air. Jimin scanned the workshop, her eyes searching for Minjeong. She spotted the mechanic in the corner, leaning over an engine, her lean form accentuated by her cargo pants and dirty white fitted t-shirt. Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a flutter in her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards Minjeong, her hips swaying with each step.
As she approached, Minjeong looked up, her face breaking into a smile when she saw Jimin. "Yu Jimin," she said, wiping her hands on a rag. "What brings you here? Is everything okay with your car?"
Jimin forced a scowl onto her face, trying to mask the excitement bubbling within her. "It's making these weird noises," she said, her tone dismissive. "I figured I'd stop by and have you take a look."
Minjeong nodded, her expression concerned. "I see. Well, let's pop the hood and I'll see what's going on."
As Minjeong moved to open the hood, Jimin's eyes drifted down to her hips, her mind wandering to the bulge she knew was hidden beneath those cargo pants. She shook her head slightly, trying to focus.
"What kind of noises are we talking about?" Minjeong asked, leaning over the engine. "A knocking sound?
Jimin panicked for a moment, her mind racing to come up with a convincing lie. She couldn't very well admit that she had no idea what noises her car was making— she was supposed to be the sophisticated heiress, after all.
"A... a grinding sound," she said, her voice slightly higher than usual. "Like metal on metal. It's really annoying."
Minjeong frowned, leaning in closer to the engine. "I see," she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Let me just... ah, here it is." She reached into the engine, her arm disappearing up to the elbow. Jimin watched, mesmerized by the play of muscles beneath Minjeong's skin.
She shook her head again, trying to snap out of it. Get it together, Jimin.
"It looks like your serpentine belt is slipping," Minjeong said, straightening up. "I can replace it for you, but it might take a while. You're welcome to wait in the office if you'd like."
Jimin hesitated, torn between staying and watching Minjeong work, and escaping to the relative safety of the office. The bulge in Minjeong's pants was distracting, to say the least. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking down to Minjeong's crotch before quickly darting away.
"No, no, it's fine," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "I'll wait here. I don't want you breaking anything else without me watching."
Minjeong raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I assure you, I know what I'm doing," she said, her voice dry. "But if it makes you feel better, you can stay."
She turned back to the car, her hips swaying slightly as she bent over the engine. Jimin's eyes were glued to the bulge in Minjeong's pants, her curiosity burning hotter with each passing second.
As Minjeong worked, Jimin found herself staring again, her mind racing with the same questions. What did it look like? How big was it? Was it... hard right now?
She was too far gone. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself asking, "Why is it so quiet in here? Where is everyone?"
Minjeong glanced over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips. "My dad and the other guys went to pick up some parts," she explained, her hands never stopping their work. "So it's just me here today."
Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the realization.
They were alone. Completely alone. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of excitement and nerves.
"That's... convenient," she said, her voice slightly strained. "I mean, it's good that you're here to help me."
Minjeong continued to work, she began humming softly to herself, completely absorbed in the task at hand and ignoring the heiress.
Jimin watched her, her irritation growing with each passing second. How dare this mechanic ignore her so blatantly? She's Yu Jimin, for crying out loud!
"Excuse me," Jimin snapped, her voice sharp. "I'm talking to you."
Minjeong startled, her head snapping up. "Oh, sorry," she said, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I didn't mean to ignore you. I just get really focused when I'm working."
Jimin crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Well, try to focus on me instead," she demanded. "I'm the one paying for this service, after all."
Minjeong blinked, confusion etched on her face. "But... you're paying me to fix your car," she said, her brow furrowing. "So isn't that what I should be focusing on?"
Jimin's eyes widened, shocked by Minjeong's cluelessness. Did this woman really not understand the power dynamics at play here? She shouldn't have to beg for attention.
"You're really something else, you know that?" Jimin said, her voice a mix of annoyance and grudging admiration. "Most people would be falling over themselves to please me. But you... you're just focused on my damn car."
Minjeong shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm just a simple mechanic," she said, turning back to the engine. "Cars are my passion. Women in fancy dresses... not so much."
Jimin gasped dramatically at Minjeong's words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She turned away, her eyes scanning the workshop as if searching for something to distract her. Her mind raced, replaying their interactions.
She had dropped subtle hints, tried to flirt, even demanded Minjeong's attention. But the mechanic seemed oblivious, focused solely on the task at hand. Her gaze drifted back to Minjeong, her eyes lingering on Minjeong's body, the strength in her arms as she worked. She felt a pang of desire, a longing to touch, to explore.
But Minjeong showed no sign of reciprocation, no hint that she even noticed Jimin's interest.
Jimin's frustration reached a boiling point. She stomped her foot, the sound echoing in the workshop. "Forget the damn car," she snapped. "I want to know if you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or not."
Minjeong paused, her wrench hovering over the engine. She looked up at Jimin, her expression unreadable. Instead of answering, she countered with a question of her own.
"Do you think I'm dating someone?"
Her tone was casual, almost teasing, as if the answer didn't matter. But her eyes, those piercing brown eyes, seemed to bore into Jimin's soul, searching for something.
Jimin's mouth opened and closed, caught off guard by the question. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "Are you?"
Minjeong shrugged, turning back to the car. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice nonchalant. "I'm just trying to fix your car."
Jimin's heart raced, her mind spinning. Was that a yes? A no? Or just a deflection? She couldn't read Minjeong, and it was driving her crazy. Her emotions were a tangled mess, a whirlwind of frustration and confusion. Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a burning need to know, to understand Minjeong's intentions.
Was the mechanic toying with her?
Was this all some kind of game?
Or was Minjeong truly oblivious, unaware of the effect she had on Jimin?
Jimin's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Her patience snapped. She strode towards Minjeong, her heels clicking angrily on the concrete. Without hesitation, she grabbed the mechanic's shoulders and spun her around, pushing her back against the car.
"How about I make it clear for you?" Jimin hissed, her face inches from Minjeong's. "I asked because I want to fuck you. There, is that straightforward enough for you?"
Jimin chest heaved, her breath coming in short gasps. She searched Minjeong's face, her eyes blazing with desire and fury.
"I've been dropping hints, flirting, trying to get your attention."
Her hand slowly trailed down Minjeong's body, her fingers brushing against the mechanic's stomach, then lower, until she reached the bulge in her pants. She pressed her palm against it, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the cargo pants.
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed me staring," Jimin murmured, her voice low and husky. "I've been watching you, observing this... thing you have." She squeezed gently, her eyes never leaving Minjeong's face. "I want to know what it feels like. I want to touch it, taste it." Her other hand came up to cup Minjeong's cheek, her thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
Jimin's grip tightened on Minjeong's bulge, her nails digging in slightly.
"Pay attention to me," she demanded, her voice sharp. "For once, focus on something other than that damn stupid car."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear. "I'm tired of being ignored," she whispered, her breath hot against the mechanic's skin. "I'm tired of watching you bend over engines instead of you bending me over."
Her hand slid up to Minjeong's throat, her fingers wrapping around it possessively. "You're going to pay attention to me now." she said, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Minjeong's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at Jimin, stunned by the heiress's sudden outburst and the intimacy of her touch. The bulge in her pants throbbed under Jimin's palm, reacting to the sudden attention.
"I... I had no idea," Minjeong stammered, her voice barely audible. "You never said anything..."
Jimin's grip on her throat tightened slightly, silencing her. "And you never noticed," Jimin retorted, her eyes flashing. "You were too busy playing mechanic to see what was right in front of you."
Minjeong swallowed hard, her pulse racing beneath Jimin's fingers. She could feel the heat radiating from the heiress's body, the intensity of her desire palpable.
It was overwhelming, and yet... exciting.
Jimin's hand slid from Minjeong's throat to her chin, tilting her head up. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling. "So, Minjeong," Jimin whispered, her voice low and husky. "Do you want me? Or have I been wasting my time?"
Her thumb brushed against Minjeong's bottom lip, her eyes searching the mechanic's face. "Tell me," she demanded. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."
Minjeong's heart raced, her mind reeling. She had never considered Jimin in that way, never dared to imagine the heiress wanting her. But now, faced with Jimin's intense gaze and the heat of her body, Minjeong felt a stirring deep within her.
"Yes," she breathed, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it. "Yes, I want you."
Jimin's eyes darkened with lust at Minjeong's admission. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the mechanic's ear.
"Good," she murmured, her voice sending shivers down Minjeong's spine. "Because I'm going to take what I want."
Without warning, Jimin's hand slipped between their bodies, grasping the bulge in Minjeong's pants. She squeezed gently, feeling the hardness beneath the cargo pants.
"And what I want," she whispered, her breath hot against Minjeong's skin, "is this."
Minjeong gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily into Jimin's touch. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, her arousal growing with each passing second. Her breath hitched as Jimin's hand continued to explore, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it was no use. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat, filling the workshop with the evidence of her arousal.
"Yes," she gasped, her hips pressing forward, seeking more of Jimin's touch. "Please..."
Jimin smirked, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Minjeong's pants. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers brushing against the fabric of Minjeong's underwear. "Please what?" she teased, her voice low and seductive. "Tell me what you want, Minjeong."
Minjeong's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back. "I want you," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I want your hand on my... on my cock."
Jimin's fingers hooked into the waistband of Minjeong's underwear, slowly pulling them down. Minjeong lifted her hips, helping Jimin remove the last barrier between them. As the underwear slid off, Jimin's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Minjeong's hard, throbbing erection.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire. "You're big."
Minjeong's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her cock twitching under Jimin's gaze. "Is that... is that a problem?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
Jimin shook her head, wrapping her hand around Minjeong's shaft. "No," she breathed, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip. "It's perfect."
She began to stroke Minjeong slowly, her grip firm and steady. Minjeong's breath caught in her throat, her hips rocking forward, seeking more of Jimin's touch.
Minjeong's whimpers filled the workshop, mingling with the sound of Jimin's hand moving up and down her shaft.
"Oh god," Minjeong gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the car. "Jimin, your hand... haa— fuck, it feels so good."
Jimin's grip tightened slightly, her pace quickening. She could feel Minjeong's cock throbbing in her hand, the veins pulsing beneath her fingers. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "You like me touching your big, hard cock?"
Minjeong nodded frantically, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," she moaned, her hips thrusting forward, fucking Jimin's hand. "I love it. Fuck— don't stop."
Jimin leaned in, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear. "I'm not going to stop," she promised. "Not until you come all over my hand."
She leaned back, her dress caught on her heels as she tried to kneel, the fabric tightening around her thighs. She let out an annoyed grunt, tugging at the material. "Damn it," she muttered, her patience wearing thin. "This stupid dress..."
Minjeong, still breathless from Jimin's touch, noticed the heiress's struggle. "Hey," she said, her voice gentle despite the urgency of the situation. "We can continue this somewhere else. My apartment isn't far."
But Jimin was beyond reason, her lust overriding her usual patience. "No," she snapped, finally freeing her legs from the dress. "I can't wait. I want you now, and I want you here."
She knelt down, her hands gripping Minjeong's hips. Looking up at the mechanic, her eyes blazing with lust, she said, "I'm going to suck your cock, and I'm going to do it right here, in this workshop."
Minjeong's breath hitched, her cock twitching at Jimin's bold declaration. "Oh god," she moaned, her fingers tangling in Jimin's hair. "You can't just... say things like that..."
But even as she protested, her hips tilted forward, offering herself to Jimin. The heiress's words had ignited a fire within her, a desperate need that outweighed any concerns about propriety or location.
Jimin smirked, sensing Minjeong's surrender. She leaned in, her breath hot against Minjeong's cock. "Watch me," she whispered, before wrapping her lips around the head.
Minjeong cried out, her head falling back against the car. "F-Fuck, Jimin," she gasped, her hips jerking forward. "Your mouth… mmngh— it's so warm..."
Jimin's pussy clenched at the sound of Minjeong's needy moans, the mechanic's desperation fueling her own arousal. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the head of Minjeong's cock, tasting the precum that had begun to leak.
"Mhmm," Jimin hummed, the vibrations sending shivers through Minjeong's body. Jimin's free hand slid up Minjeong's thigh, her fingers digging into the firm muscle. She could feel the heat radiating from between her own legs, her panties growing damp with desire.
"Jimin, please," Minjeong begged, her hips pumping erratically. "I need... I need more."
Jimin pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. She looked up at Minjeong, her eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you need," she demanded, her voice low and commanding. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
Minjeong's chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Jimin's words hung in the air, a dare and a promise wrapped into one. She looked down at the heiress, her eyes wild with desire.
"I-I want you to suck me," she said, her voice trembling. "I want your mouth on my cock, taking me deep. God, I want to fuck your face until I come."
Jimin's eyes flashed at the crude words, a surge of excitement coursing through her. She loved when her partners talked dirty, when they told her exactly what they wanted.
"Like this?" she asked, wrapping her lips around Minjeong's shaft and taking her deep into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, letting Minjeong's cock slide in until her nose touched the mechanic's lower stomach.
Minjeong cried out, her hands gripping Jimin's hair tightly. "Ngh— yes," she gasped, her hips thrusting forward. "J-Just like that... haa— fuck, Jimin… your mouth is perfect."
Jimin set a relentless pace, her head bobbing up and down Minjeong's shaft. She could feel the mechanic's cock throbbing against her tongue, the veins pulsing with each beat of Minjeong's heart. The salty taste of precum filled her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, eager for more.
Minjeong's grip on Jimin's hair tightened, her hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "J-Jimin," she panted, her voice strained. "I'm close. I'm going to... mmngh— I'm going to come."
Jimin pulled back, her lips wrapping around the head of Minjeong's cock. She looked up at the mechanic, her doe eyes locked on hers. "Come for me," she commanded, her voice muffled around Minjeong's shaft. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Minjeong threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. Her cock pulsed, hot streams of cum shooting into Jimin's waiting mouth.
Jimin swallowed Minjeong's release, her throat working to take in every drop. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, a testament to the mechanic's arousal. She continued to suck gently, milking Minjeong for all she was worth.
As Minjeong's orgasm subsided, Jimin slowly pulled back, her lips sliding off the sensitive head of Minjeong's cock. She looked up at the mechanic, a smug smile on her face.
"Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips.
Minjeong slumped against the car, her chest heaving. She looked down at Jimin, her eyes hazy with postorgasmic bliss. "Fuck, Jimin," she breathed. "That was... crazy."
Jimin stood up, smoothing out her dress. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear. "And we're not even close to being done," she whispered, her voice filled with promise. Jimin stepped back, her eyes raking over Minjeong's body. The mechanic looked thoroughly fucked, her hair disheveled and her clothes rumpled.
Jimin wasn't satisfied yet. She wanted more.
"Come on," Jimin said, her voice firm. "I want you to fuck me. On my car."
Minjeong blinked, stunned by the sudden command. "What? Here? Now?"
Jimin leaned against the hood of her car, lifting her dress to reveal her bare pussy. "Yes," she said, spreading her legs invitingly. "I want to feel your big, hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I scream." She reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers.
"Come on, Minjeong. Fuck me."
Jimin's words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one. Minjeong hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on the sight of Jimin's glistening pussy. The temptation was too great to resist.
"Fuck it," she muttered, striding towards the car. She grabbed Jimin's hips, pulling her to the edge of the hood. "You're crazy, you know that?"
Jimin smirked, wrapping her legs around Minjeong's waist. "Crazy for you," she said, pulling the mechanic closer. "Now shut up and fuck me."
Minjeong didn't need to be told twice. She lined herself up, the head of her cock pressing against Jimin's entrance. She pushed forward slowly, her cock stretching Jimin's tight pussy inch by inch.
Jimin's whimpers filled the workshop, her hands gripping the edge of the car hood tightly. "T-Too big," she gasped, her voice strained. "Minjeong, your dick— mmngh… is too big. Wait, I-I can't...hnggg— I can't take it all."
Minjeong paused, her hips pressed against Jimin's ass. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Jimin's ear. "You can take it," she murmured, her voice low and reassuring. "Just relax and let me in."
Jimin took a deep breath, her body trembling. Minjeong began to move again, her cock sliding deeper into Jimin's pussy. The heiress's walls stretched around her, accommodating her size.
"That's it," Minjeong whispered, her hips rolling slowly. "You're doing so well. Fuck, you feel so fucking good."
Minjeong set a slow, steady pace, her hips moving in a gentle rhythm. She wanted to make sure Jimin was comfortable, to let her adjust to the size of her cock. She watched Jimin's face, her eyes searching for any sign of discomfort.
"Good," she murmured, her voice soothing. "Just relax and feel me inside you. You're doing so well, taking me so deep."
Jimin's breath came in short gasps, her nails digging into the car hood. She could feel every inch of Minjeong's cock, stretching her, filling her completely. It was intense, overwhelming, but in the best way possible.
"M-Minjeong," she whimpered, her hips lifting to meet Minjeong's thrusts. "It feels... it feels so good. Don't stop."
Minjeong's hips continued their slow, steady rhythm, her cock buried deep inside Jimin. As she thrust, she leaned down, her face inches from Jimin's.
"Can I kiss you?" Minjeong asked softly, her breath mingling with Jimin's.
Jimin's glare intensified, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Are you kidding me right now?" she snapped, her voice strained. "Your cock is buried inside me, Minjeong. Of course you can kiss me."
Minjeong smiled, taking Jimin's words as permission. She pressed her lips against Jimin's, kissing her deeply and passionately. Jimin melted into the kiss, her anger forgotten as she lost herself in the sensation of Minjeong's lips and cock. Jimin's hands came up to cup Minjeong's face, her fingers tangling in the mechanic's hair. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring Minjeong's mouth as she lost herself in the sensation.
Minjeong's hand gripped Jimin's waist, pulling her hips forward to meet her thrusts. The change in angle had Jimin crying out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, oh god—" Jimin gasped, breaking the kiss. "Just like that. Fuck… mmngh— M-Minjeong, you're so d-deep. I-I can feel you in my stomach..."
Minjeong smiled against Jimin's lips, her hips moving with increasing urgency. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice husky. "You like feeling my big cock stretching you open."
Jimin could only nod, her words lost in a series of whimpers and moans. She clung to Minjeong, her body trembling with each thrust. Minjeong's thrusts became more urgent, her hips snapping forward with increasing force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the workshop, mingling with Jimin's cries of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," Jimin chanted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, Minjeong. Make me— fuck, make me… mmgh— make me come on your cock."
Minjeong obliged, her grip on Jimin's hips tightening. She pounded into the heiress, her cock hitting that sweet spot inside Jimin with each thrust. Jimin's pussy clenched around her, the walls fluttering as her orgasm approached.
"M-Minjeong!" she screamed, her body convulsing. "C-coming... hngg— fuck, I'm coming so hard, please, please, please!"
Minjeong felt Jimin's pussy spasm around her, the heiress's juices coating her cock. Jimin's orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking violently as she came. Her pussy clenched around Minjeong's cock, milking it for all it was worth. Minjeong moaned at the sensation, her hips stuttering as Jimin's walls fluttered around her.
"Haa, fuckkk," Minjeong gasped, her face buried in the crook of Jimin's neck. "You're squeezing me so tight. I can feel every inch of your pussy."
But despite the intense pleasure, Minjeong didn't come. Her cock remained hard, buried deep inside Jimin's convulsing pussy. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to thrust and chase her own release.
Minjeong pulled back slightly, looking down at Jimin's flushed face. The heiress was still trembling, her pussy pulsing around Minjeong's cock. Minjeong's own arousal was painful, her cock throbbing with the need for release.
"Jimin," she said, her voice strained. "I need to come. I-I can't hold back much longer."
Jimin looked up at Minjeong, her eyes glazed with postorgasmic bliss. She could see the strain on the mechanic's face, the desperation in her eyes. But despite her own satisfaction, Jimin wasn't ready for this moment to end.
"No," she breathed, her voice firm despite her breathlessness. "Don't come yet. I'm not done with you."
Minjeong's eyes widened, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. "What?" she gasped. "Jimin, I can't... I'm so close."
Jimin reached up, her fingers wrapping around Minjeong's throat. She squeezed gently, her eyes locking with Minjeong's. "I said don't come," she repeated, her voice low and commanding. "You'll come when I say you can. Not a moment sooner."
Minjeong whimpered, her hips twitching with the effort of holding back. "Ngh— Jimin," she gasped, her voice strained. "You're killing me. My cock feels like it could explode."
Jimin kissed her gently, her lips moving against Minjeong's. "Shh," she murmured, her voice soothing despite the command in her eyes. "I've got you. Just do as I say."
She pulled back slightly, her hand sliding from Minjeong's throat to her hip. "Pull out slowly," she instructed, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel every inch of you leaving me."
Minjeong nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She began to withdraw, her cock sliding out of Jimin's pussy inch by agonizing inch. Jimin's walls clung to her, as if reluctant to let her go.
As the last inch of Minjeong's cock slipped out of Jimin, the heiress let out a shuddering breath. She looked down at herself, her pussy lips swollen and glistening with their combined juices. Minjeong's cock stood proud and erect, the tip purple and leaking.
Jimin reached out, wrapping her hand around Minjeong's shaft. "Look at you," she murmured, her thumb swiping across the head, collecting the precum that had gathered there. "So hard and desperate. It's adorable."
Minjeong's hips jerked forward, seeking more of Jimin's touch. "Please," she begged, her voice cracking. "I need to come..."
Jimin climbed off the car hood, her legs shaking slightly. She looked at Minjeong, her eyes dark with desire. "I promise," she said, her voice firm. "I'll make you come. But not here."
She took Minjeong's hand, leading her to the passenger seat of her car. With a gentle push, she urged Minjeong to sit. The mechanic sank into the leather seat, her dick throbbing painfully. Jimin climbed in after her, closing the door behind her. She straddled Minjeong's lap, her pussy hovering just above Minjeong's cock.
"I'm going to ride you," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I'm going to bounce on your cock until you can't take it anymore. Until you come so hard you see stars."
Minjeong's hands gripped the seat, her knuckles white. "God, yes," she hissed, her hips lifting slightly. "Please, Jimin. Ride me. Make me come."
Jimin didn't hesitate. She reached between them, grasping Minjeong's cock and positioning it at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down, taking Minjeong's length deep inside her.
"Ahh— fuckkk," Minjeong groaned, her head falling back against the seat. Jimin's pussy was hot and tight, enveloping her completely. The heiress began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"That's it," Jimin murmured, her hands gripping Minjeong's shoulders. "Feel how good my pussy feels around your cock. Feel how it squeezes you."
Minjeong could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps.
Jimin set a slow, deliberate pace, her hips moving forward and back in a sensual rhythm. She wanted to savor this moment, to draw out Minjeong's pleasure as long as possible. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear.
"You feel so good inside me," she whispered, her breath hot against the mechanic's skin. "So big and hard. I love feeling you stretch me open."
Minjeong's hands gripped Jimin's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Jimin," she panted, her hips lifting to meet Jimin's slow thrusts. "You're going to make me come. I can't... I can't hold back."
Jimin's hips slowed, her movements becoming almost lazy. She looked down at Minjeong, her eyes narrowed. "Don't come," she said, her voice firm. "Not until I say you can. If you come before I give you permission, I'll stop. And trust me, you don't want me to stop."
Minjeong's eyes widened, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Jimin, please. I'm so close. I can't— God, I can't hold back."
Jimin's grip on Minjeong's hips tightened, holding her in place. "You can," she insisted, her voice low and commanding. "And you will."
Minjeong whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Jimin," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "Please. I'm... I'm trying. But it's so hard. Your pussy feels so good. I can't...haaa...I can't..."
Her hips jerked forward, seeking more friction. Jimin's pussy clenched around her, the heiress's walls fluttering. Minjeong's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Jimin's hips moved faster, her pussy squeezing Minjeong's cock tightly. She could feel the mechanic's body tensing, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. "Come on," she urged, her voice low and seductive. "Hold on just a little more. I know you can do it."
Minjeong's hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white. She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood. The pain helped, grounding her in the moment. But Jimin's pussy was relentless, her movements driving Minjeong closer and closer to the edge.
Minjeong's mumbling turned into incoherent babbling, her words slurring together. "J-Jimin," she gasped, her hips bucking wildly. "You're... you're killing me. Breaking my cock— haaa, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Jimin giggled, the sound muffled by her own moans. "That's right," she panted, her hips moving at a frantic pace. "This is your punishment, Minjeong. For— mmngh… ignoring me. For not paying… attention to my hints."
Minjeong's babbling turned into desperate pleas. "Jimin, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll pay attention, I swear. I'll give you all the attention you deserve. Just... just let me come. Please, baby."
Jimin's movements slowed, her pussy squeezing Minjeong's cock tightly. "Baby?" she repeated, a smirk playing on her lips. "Did you just call me baby?"
Minjeong nodded frantically, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, baby. Please. I'll do anything. Just let me come. I'm begging you."
Her hands moved frantically, pushing Jimin's dress and bra up to expose her breasts. She cupped the soft mounds, kneading them gently. Leaning down, she took one of Jimin's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
"Please," she mumbled around the hardened peak, her tongue swirling. "Please, baby. Let me come. I'll suck your tits all night. I'll eat your pussy until you scream. Just... just let me come."
Jimin's head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. Minjeong's mouth on her breast felt incredible, but it wasn't enough to make her relent. She tangled her fingers in Minjeong's hair, pulling her head back.
"Not yet," she said, her voice strained. "You're not there yet."
Minjeong whimpered, her hips jerking forward desperately.
Jimin's pace quickened, her pussy squeezing Minjeong's cock tightly with each bounce. The car filled with the sound of their moans, a symphony of pleasure and desperation.
"God," Minjeong gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "F-fuck, Jimin. Baby, please. I can't... fuckkk, I can't hold on..."
Jimin's moans mixed with Minjeong's, the two women a tangle of limbs and desperate pleas. "Minjeong," Jimin cried, her nails digging into Minjeong's shoulders. "Fuck, Minjeong. Mhmm, you're so deep. So good— hnnggg—"
Their movements became erratic, their bodies moving on instinct. Minjeong's cock throbbed, her orgasm building at the base of her spine. Jimin's pussy clenched, her own release approaching. As Jimin felt her orgasm approaching, she crashed her lips against Minjeong's in a desperate, messy kiss.
"C-come," Jimin commanded between kisses, her voice muffled. "Come inside me, Minjeong. Now."
Minjeong didn't hesitate. With a final, powerful thrust, she buried herself deep inside Jimin's pussy. Her cock pulsed, hot streams of cum shooting into the heiress's waiting depths. Jimin screamed into the kiss, her body convulsing as her own orgasm crashed over her. She clung to Minjeong, her nails digging into the mechanic's back as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Minjeong continued to thrust, her hips jerking erratically as she emptied herself inside Jimin. She groaned, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She buried her face in the crook of Jimin's neck, her hips jerking forward as the last spurts of cum left her cock.
"F-fuck," she gasped, her voice ragged. "Jimin. Fuck, Jimin. I came so hard."
Jimin's legs wrapped around Minjeong's waist, holding her close. She could feel the mechanic's cock pulsing inside her, the warmth of Minjeong's cum filling her pussy.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Yes, Minjeong. You came so much. So deep inside me."
The two women stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together as they rode out the aftermath of their orgasms. The car was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the occasional shuddering groan.
After a few moments, Jimin slowly lifted her hips, allowing Minjeong's spent cock to slip out of her pussy. A flood of cum followed, leaking out of Jimin's well-used hole and dripping onto the leather seat below. Jimin looked down at the mess, then back up at Minjeong with a smirk.
"Look at that," Jimin said, gesturing to the cum-stained seat. "Your fault. You came so much, it's ruined my car seat and my dress."
Minjeong groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I couldn't help it. You felt too good."
Jimin giggled, reaching down to run a finger through the cum on the seat. She brought it to her lips, sucking it clean with a wink. "Mmm. Tastes like you."
Minjeong watched, transfixed, as Jimin licked her finger clean. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, reigniting the spark of desire that had been momentarily extinguished.
"Fuck," she breathed, her cock twitching weakly. "You're going to be the death of me, Jimin."
Jimin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, now I'm going to be the death of you?" she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't that rich, coming from the woman who just accused me of trying to seduce her in a dress."
She leaned in close, her breath hot against Minjeong's ear. "Didn't you say something about not being fancy? About not being impressed by a pretty dress?"
Minjeong swallowed hard, her heart racing at Jimin's proximity. "I... I might have spoken too soon," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Jimin pulled back, a smug smile on her face. "Mmm. I thought so." She stood up, smoothing out her dress as best she could. "Come on, mechanic. Let's get out of here before someone sees the mess we've made."
Jimin stepped out of the car, her legs shaking slightly as she smoothed down her dress. She looked a mess— her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared, and her dress stained with cum.
But she didn't care. She felt alive, exhilarated.
Minjeong followed, pulling up her cargo pants and underwear. She looked just as rumpled, her shirt untucked and her hair sticking up in every direction. She caught Jimin's eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Not bad for a fancy heiress."
Jimin rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face. She stepped closer to Minjeong, her eyes locked on the mechanic's. She reached out, tracing a finger along Minjeong's jawline.
"Since we've fucked," Jimin said. "I want you to court me. Take me on dates. Give me your attention."
Minjeong's eyebrows shot up, surprise etched on her face. "Court you?" she repeated, incredulous. "You want me to... date you?"
Jimin nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes," she said firmly. "I want to be pursued. Wooed. Made to feel special." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear.
"And if you do a good job, there might be more where that came from."
Jimin pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think you can manage to pick up on my hints this time, mechanic? Or do I need to spell it out for you again?" She turned on her heel, walking towards the door of the workshop office.
"Think you can handle a fancy dinner? A bouquet of flowers? Maybe a romantic stroll in the park?"
Minjeong processed Jimin's words, a mix of amusement and disbelief on her face. She couldn't help but chuckle at the heiress's commanding tone.
Jimin paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder. "Well? Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to step up and give me the courtship I deserve?"
"Well, I still need to fix your car," Minjeong said, gesturing to the vehicle in question. "Can't have you driving around in a lemon, now can I?"
Jimin's glare intensified, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
"The car," she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "Always the damn car. I swear, if you mention that thing one more time..."
She trailed off, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Minjeong could practically see the gears turning in Jimin's head, the heiress's thoughts turning to destructive measures.
"I'll burn it," Jimin muttered, more to herself than to Minjeong.
Minjeong's soft laughter filled the workshop, a stark contrast to Jimin's sulking. She walked closer to the heiress, her movements slow and deliberate. When she reached Jimin, she cupped the woman's face gently, her thumbs brushing against Jimin's cheeks.
Jimin stiffened at first, her eyes flashing with surprise. But as Minjeong's lips met hers, she melted into the kiss. Her hands came up to grasp Minjeong's shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of the mechanic's shirt. She sighed into the kiss, her body relaxing against Minjeong's. The anger and frustration that had been building inside her dissipated, replaced by a warm, contented feeling.
When Minjeong finally pulled away, Jimin's eyes fluttered open. She looked at the mechanic, a soft smile on her face. "You're lucky you're good at kissing," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Minjeong smiled, her fingers gently caressing Jimin's cheeks. "I'm lucky?" she teased. "I think you're the lucky one. Getting kissed by a mechanic with grease under her nails."
Jimin rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Don't push your luck," she warned, her voice lacking any real bite.
Minjeong chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Jimin's lips. "Never," she said, her tone sincere. "I wouldn't dare." She pulled back, her hands sliding down to Jimin's waist.
"Now, about that car..." she began, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Jimin groaned, burying her face in Minjeong's neck. "I hate you," she muttered, her words muffled.
Minjeong laughed, wrapping her arms around Jimin. "No, you don't," she said, her voice filled with affection. "You love me. And you love your car. Even if you won't admit it."
Jimin's glare intensified, her pout deepening. "I do not love that stupid car," she insisted, her voice petulant. "It's a piece of junk that's causing me nothing but trouble."
Minjeong shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "Too bad," she said, her tone unapologetic. "If it hadn't broken down, we might never have met."
Jimin's eyes narrowed, her frustration reaching high. She turned on her heel, stomping towards her car. With a furious kick, she connected with the tire, the impact sending a jolt of pain up her leg. "Thank you," she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thank you for bringing me to this grease puppy who won't shut up about my stupid car."
Minjeong laughed, the sound rich and warm. She watched, amused, as Jimin sulked and glared at her car. The heiress's adorable display of frustration only served to endear her to Minjeong more.
"You're cute when you're mad," Minjeong teased, walking up behind Jimin.
Jimin turned to face Minjeong, her hands on her hips. "I'm not cute," she snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I'm furious. And when you're done fixing my car, you're taking me on a date."
Minjeong raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Is that so?" she asked, her tone amused. "And what makes you think I'll agree to that?"
Jimin's eyes narrowed, a challenge shining in their depths. "Because," she said, her voice low and confident. "You want to. I can see it in your eyes. You're as drawn to me as I am to you." She stepped closer, her gaze locked on Minjeong's.
"So, what do you say, mechanic? Ready to take a chance on a spoiled heiress?"
Minjeong's smirk widened into a grin. "You're on."
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a single stride. Her hand snaked out, wrapping around the back of Jimin's neck and pulling her into a searing kiss.
Jimin gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. But she quickly melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Minjeong's waist. The mechanic's lips moved against hers with a hunger that stole her breath, leaving her dizzy and wanting.
When Minjeong finally pulled away, Jimin was left panting, her lips swollen and her heart racing. She looked at the mechanic, her eyes shine with excitement.
"So," she breathed, her voice husky. "When do we start this date?"