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God, those jeans look so good.
Minjeong bites her lip as her girlfriend stands at the bar, getting another round of drinks for the table. Aeri nudges her shoulder, breaking her trance as she ogles at her girlfriend’s jeans hugging her thighs so deliciously. “Mhm?” She responds, reluctant to avert her gaze.
“Can you please stop that? We’re in public, Minjeong-ah,” and she could hear the slight annoyance in her older friend’s voice, but she couldn’t help it. Those jeans just look so good; her mind can’t help but thirst for what’s underneath. It’s paired with that silly shirt that exposes just a sliver of midriff, too. Aeri’s words fall on deaf ears, Minjeong couldn’t care less where they were, she wanted Jimin to take her to the bathroom –fuck, the alley even– and just make her eyes roll back from pleasure.
She replaces her bottom lip with her thumb, to please Aeri in a sense, trying her best not to look like she wants to fuck the living daylights out of her girlfriend. (She's not so sure she succeeds.)
When Jimin turns around, three beers and a cosmo in hand, she could have an orgasm right there at the sight of her girlfriend’s dextrous fingers wrapped around those three pint handles. Jimin has that stupid, unaware smile on her face, bless her clueless soul. She trots over and places the drinks on the table, plopping down next to Minjeong, her hand immediately resuming its place on her upper thigh.
God, now is not the time for that, not in Minjeon’s current state.
Minjeong represses the urge to lean over and whisper into her girlfriend’s ear. They are out with friends, and they’ve ditched Aeri and Yizhuo one too many times before because the need to rendezvous was too strong. Minjeong could wait a bit longer this time.
They chat and drink, and at some point, Jimin moves her hand higher and starts lightly squeezing her thigh. Minjeong has to consciously hold back an unholy sound because Jimin knows that it's a sensitive area for her. When she looks over at her girlfriend, she sees a mischievous glint in her eyes. Jimin knows. It doesn’t come as a surprise to her because even though Jimin is a bit of a dunce, she knows Minjeong inside and out (literally).
She may be a bit slow, but not when it comes to Minjeong.
“What’re you doing?” Minjeong mouths to her, her eyebrows scrunched together in faux anger. That only seems to make Jimin’s cheshire grin grow wider. Her hand tightens around her thigh again, nails digging into the meat just enough not to hurt. Jimin turns her attention to Yizhuo, talking about the past semester. She scoffs in disbelief, soft enough so only the brunette notices and squeezes her thigh in response. What a fucking tease.
Minjeong starts to fall apart slowly with each light graze of Jimin’s fingers as she moves her hand to the inside of her thigh, teasing like there’s no tomorrow. She’s so wet and irritated that she has half the mind to just get up and go deal with her business in the bathroom, but Jimin beats her to it.
“I’m gonna go smoke, be right back, guys” She says as she stands up, hand outstretched to Minjeong, a request for her to tag along. Minjeong knows that it’s not an invitation to smoke; the lust swimming in Jimin’s eyes tells her that much. She grabs the brunette’s hand and allows Jimin to pull her toward the left of the club, where a door leads to the smoking alley. The cool air of the night made her cheeks rush with heat. A few stray smokers are standing under the streetlight, taking drags in between conversations. Jimin tugs her to a less-lit area of the alley, away from prying eyes and ears, before taking her lips between her own and kissing her like she’s been waiting centuries to do it.
Jimin always kisses her like it's the last time their lips will ever meet, and she can only hope that it feels the same way to Jimin. The brunette pushes her against the wall, the roughness of the brick digging into her skin. She pushes her tongue into Jimin’s mouth with unwavering urgency. Hands travel from her neck down to her waist, fingers tucking into the waistband of her dad jeans.
Minjeong gasps into Jimin’s mouth at the trail of heat it leaves on her skin. Their lips disconnect as Jimin plays with her waist, kneading the skin beneath her scorching hands. The brunette’s forehead rests against the wall, her ear situated next to Minjeong’s mouth as she gasps periodically, conducted by Jimin’s touch.
She toys with the button for a bit, but Minjeong’s eager bite onto her bottom lip encourages her to stop messing around. She wastes no time, palm cupping her over her underwear, heel pressing into her clit, urging her to grind down. She does just that and nearly moans, but the brick against her exposed shoulderblades reminds her of their location. Her girlfriend meets her halfway, pushing up as she grinds down, but it's not enough.
“Baby, I need more,” She says breathily into Jimin’s ear, soft enough that the air around them barely moves.
Jimin doesn’t say anything; she simply halts her movements, fingers pushing her panties to the side before gliding her middle finger through her wetness a few times, gathering slick and then pushing in slowly. A strangled gasp makes the other smokers look around in confusion, and Minjeong has to cover her mouth before she makes it obvious that her girlfriend is about to fingerfuck her in the middle of an alley.
She starts pumping her digit slowly in and out. Minjeong can feel the resistance from a single finger simply from how turned on she is. Jimin matches her airy gasps in tandem. Her shoulders scrape against the wall; there’ll surely be some marks.
Jimin is no stranger to her body, and it doesn't take her long to work up to two fingers curling inside her, while her thumb is simultaneously rubbing her clit at just the right angle. This woman was going to be the death of her. Before long, Jimin is holding up her slightly smaller frame against the wall as she plunges her fingers into her cunt at an ungodly pace. Her jacket makes a rhythmic scraping noise against the wall, but it's not enough to alert the other smokers to their activities.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good". Her girlfriend moans into her ear, and Minjeong can tell this is affecting her girlfriend just as much. She responds by digging her nails even further into the taller woman's shoulders. "Does it feel good?" Her gravelly voice hits her like a wave of pleasure, making it difficult to think
Minjeong wants to answer she really does, but the words catch in her throat as the pressure on her clit increases, almost like her girlfriend is trying to make it more difficult for her. She settles on nodding and letting a whine slip past her lips despite the risky situation.
Of course, Jimin does not let it slide like she hoped she would.
"You gotta tell me baby, how else am I gonna be sure?" She uses that cocky teasing voice that Minjeong has a love-hate relationship with. Loves it because god Jimin is so hot when she's cocky; she hates it for that exact same reason too.
She concedes way too easily.
"Fuck unnie, it feels so good, please don't stop" Her begging only seems to ignite a fire in Jimin, and she starts curling her fingers with deliberation. Minjeong pulls her closer, feeling that familiar feeling in her stomach. She starts bucking her hips in time with Jimin's thrusts as her girlfriend whispers filthy things into her ear.
She comes with a jerk of her hips and an ungodly sound that she has to catch with her hand or they'd be found out. She feels Jimin's ragged breaths against her neck as she continues her thrusts to prolong the orgasm.
Just as she feels the lingering effects dwindling, the fingers inside her retract. Almost out of habit she opens her mouth, but instead of placing the fingers inside of her mouth, she sticks out her own tongue.
It plays out in slow-mo in her head as Jimin sucks her fingers clean, brow creased like she's taking a bite of a meal from a five-star restaurant.
She wipes the spit off on her jeans and sets Minjeong on the ground, her knees buckling a bit. Jimin chuckles and holds her steady whilst fixing her underwear and redoing her zipper and button.
They stay like that, looking at one another, until Jimin leans in for a kiss and Minjeong eagerly wraps her arms around her girlfriend. The brunette pulls away before things get too heated once again and reaches into her pocket for her cigarette case. She lights a Winston red and takes a drag before offering the end to Minjeong.
She takes a drag of the cigarette pinched between her girlfriend's fingers. They hold eye contact.
A few minutes pass like this in silence before Jimin puts out the butt under her heel. "We should head inside", her actions and words contradictory as she cages Minjeong in with her hands against the wall.
Minjeong coughs, side effects of being an occasional smoker. She smirks as she sees her girlfriend's eyes as wide as ever, begging for something without wanting to say it out loud.
"Yeah, we should. I need to tell Aeri I'm feeling unwell" They share a look, and Jimin looks satisfied as if Minjeong had read her mind.
She fixes her jacket, and they head inside, their night far from being over.