wanna
wanna
nc-17
junghee definitely wasn’t shy. she never had been and likely never would be, and it was something about her that minjung loved and hated. even though the older girl was the most annoying person in the entire world sometimes, somehow minjung still managed to find herself spending almost all of her free time with her. it was just what they did. they were best friends, after all, even if neither of them would ever say the term out loud. that was just how their relationship worked, thriving off of sarcasm and insults, their competitive natures constantly clashing.
“minjung.” it was the slur of her name that minjung was far too used to by now, though she couldn’t deny that she wasn’t feeling a pleasant buzz and warmth spreading throughout her entire body. “mm?” it wasn’t surprising to her that junghee was completely disregarding any ideas of personal space, nuzzling against minjung’s neck and rubbing her thigh. it was another thing minjung was far too used to, her best friend always getting close and obnoxious after a party when the two of them were back at her house to crash, her parents usually being gone for some kind of extended business trip.
“i’m horny.” minjung snorted, because this was something she was all too used to (the list was way too long for her liking). junghee would usually whine about it and then end up passed out on her bed. “okay,” she replies, trying to push junghee off of her; something that usually works. but this time something is different.
instead of allowing minjung to push her away and accepting defeat, junghee goes right back to what she was doing. her hands rubs against minjung’s thigh a few more times before sliding higher, boldly pressing against the crotch of minjung’s shorts and smirking at the way the younger girl gasps slightly. “you wanna?” she breathes, leaning closer. she smells like the cheap vodka and sprite they were drinking all night and minjung just regards her for a few moments, almost hesitating. almost.
“fuck it,” she says, reaching up and pulling junghee down into a rough kiss, kind of hating the way she can feel the older girl smirking. she doesn’t want junghee to think that she won in any way, because she didn’t. minjung is doing this because she wants to. she’s doing it because they’re both drunk as fuck and junghee is attractive and she knows that this is probably the most casual hookup she could ever have. because she feels comfortable with junghee, junghee is her best friend, but neither of them would let something like this come between them. junghee probably won’t even remember it in the morning.
intent on keeping some kind of control she fists the material of junghee’s tanktop and deepens the kiss, grinning at the way junghee moans into it until she’s shaking herself at the feeling of the older girl’s fingers suddenly popping open the button on her jeans and slipping inside. if she didn’t know junghee so well she might have been concerned at just how tiny she feels, but minjung does know her and she definitely knows never to underestimate her. that thought comes back amplified by at least a thousand whenever fingers are pressing directly against her clit through her steadily dampening panties and making her gasp slightly into the kiss. “heh.” junghee lets out a small, satisfied laugh and continues, pressing circles into minjung until she grows tired of it and starts tugging at her shorts instead, easily getting them around the younger girl’s thighs along with her panties, just enough to give her room. she can’t be bothered with taking the time to properly undress her right now.
minjung is thinking that maybe she should be feeling a little self conscious, at least a little bit of something but she doesn’t have time to keep thinking whenever junghee’s fingers are back, rubbing against her clit directly this time and making her hips arch upwards. the feeling is enough to pull a moan from her throat and that’s when she realizes that junghee’s pulled back from her lips, kissing and biting her way down her neck instead, giving a particularly hard bite and suck that makes minjung shake and simultaneously want to punch her because she knows that’s going to leave a mark. but she can’t. she can’t because it feels so fucking good and her hands are tugging junghee’s tanktop up just so she can feel her skin and dig nails into it whenever the older girl finds a particularly satisfying rhythm.
“fuck.” she’s breathing harder as junghee trails her tongue up the curve of minjung’s neck, stopping to bite at her earlobe and tug. “good?” she’s practically purring, her voice something low and sensual that minjung has never heard before but she’s definitely thinking that it isn’t a bad thing. “yeah,” she breathes, nodding and dragging nails down junghee’s back, giving a smirk of her own at the way she feels her shiver.
junghee moans into her ear and bites at it again, tugging just a little harder this time. “minjung.” that voice is right against her ear now and how is it even possible for something like that to feel so good? “wanna fuck you.” they both know that junghee is in control, but the way that her voice still sounds needy is more than enough for minjung to nod slightly, surprised and a little bit touched that junghee is actually (sort of) asking for her permission. she doesn’t waste any time once she gets it, and minjung is silently thankful that junghee has her experience with this whenever she feels a finger sliding inside, uncomfortable at first. junghee realizes it because she’s kissing and biting down minjung’s neck again, gently working her finger inside of her until minjung relaxes enough to spread her legs a little more and arch closer.
it’s more than enough of an encouragement to junghee and she grows less tentative with her movements, crooking her finger and pressing, trying different angles until she finds one that makes minjung’s hips roll into her and pulls a moan from her throat. she grins and does it again, and then again, making sure to keep minjung’s reactions coming and setting a steady pace so she doesn’t overwhelm her too much. minjung honestly can’t believe that anything could feel this good, especially not anything that her best friend could be doing to her, and the more that junghee works and presses her finger inside her the more she’s going crazy, scratching harder and not even trying to stop the sounds she’s making anymore. the only thing that even comes close to grounding her is junghee’s lips near her ear again, whispering. “close?” minjung just nods somewhat deliriously, tilting her head back and unable to keep her eyes open. “don’t stop,” she moans, and junghee just smirks, pressing and stroking against her gspot faster.
“how close?” junghee is enjoying the teasing far too much, especially now that she can feel minjung’s muscles tensing and the way she’s arching up into her as much as she can, eyes closed and brows furrowed because she’s completely focused on her pleasure and junghee fucking loves it. “shit,” she gasps, nails biting hard into junghee’s skin. fuck, gonna come.” junghee bites and tugs at minjung’s ear again, pushing her into her orgasm a second later and grinning at the way her body shudders and hips roll up insistently, only pulling back when she’s sure minjung is completely spent.
there’s a moment of silence between them while minjung catches her breath, and when she opens her eyes again she’s greeted with the sight of junghee grinning at her and sliding her finger into her mouth. she slowly pulls it back out, never breaking eye contact. “good?” minjung just nods a little, hating the fact that she’s been rendered speechless but still having no idea what she’s supposed to say after something like that.
it turns out she doesn’t have to say anything, because as soon as she’s starting to regain coherency junghee is pressing herself closer, pushing minjung down so that she’s lying on the floor and raising herself up onto her knees. she doesn’t wait for minjung to take any initiative, instead grabbing minjung’s hand and sliding it past the waistband of her panties (which are completely soaked, minjung notes). it’s intoxicating in all sorts of ways, the way that junghee shivers from the slightest contact, unable to suppress a shiver of her own just because of how fucking wet junghee is.
one second she’s distracted and the next she feels slick heat that makes her head spin because junghee is guiding two of her fingers inside, rolling her hips down and moaning at the feeling. she’s still gripping onto minjung’s wrist as she shifts slightly, quickly setting into a rhythm and riding minjung’s fingers. it takes a few moments for minjung to recover from the fact that yes, this is happening, and once she does she’s rewarded with a louder moan from the older girl when she thrusts her fingers up to match the rhythm she’s set, finally taking back some of the control. “fuck, right there,” junghee whimpers whenever minjung crooks her fingers like junghee did before, smirking as she watches the older girl starting to come undone, grinding into minjung’s fingers harder. it’s hot and satisfying in so many ways, because junghee always likes to have at least some element of control. it’s rare to see her like this, completely dependent on minjung to give her what she wants, and minjung fucking loves it.
it seems like it barely takes any time at all before junghee is tossing her head back, hands quickly skimming up her body to squeeze at her own chest. “don’t stop,” she breathes, cutting herself off with another moan and letting one hand return to minjung’s wrist just to grab it and ensure that the younger girl won’t pull away and leave her like this. “don’t stop, fuck, fuck, so close.” minjung almost wishes that she could draw it out, that she could stop and leave junghee like this for just a few moments, just to see what she would do. but she doesn’t. because the urge to see what she looks like when she lets go completely is stronger, and so she makes sure to keep fingering junghee in time with the almost frantic rolls of her hips, keeping her eyes trained on her expression.
when junghee comes she comes hard, back arching and body shuddering, her grip on minjung’s wrist tightening even more while she rides it out as long as she possibly can. once she’s exhausted herself she lets go, letting herself fall and roll off of minjung to land on the floor beside her instead, still panting and closing her eyes with a satisfied smile.
the next morning they wake up on the floor, both half dressed and confused. minjung quickly finds something to throw on, mumbling to herself about junghee taking advantage of her and junghee just laughs, giving her a knowing smirk. of course minjung couldn’t deny that it was good. junghee knew it, and minjung loved it and hated it.
i really don't like the ending of this but i'm lazy and it's kind of a oneshot/drabble so u___u i wrote this for my unnie bc she finished her last final today ~ she also pointed out to me that my entire writing journal is jongkey and she loves jongho and girlee so ~
nc-17
junghee definitely wasn’t shy. she never had been and likely never would be, and it was something about her that minjung loved and hated. even though the older girl was the most annoying person in the entire world sometimes, somehow minjung still managed to find herself spending almost all of her free time with her. it was just what they did. they were best friends, after all, even if neither of them would ever say the term out loud. that was just how their relationship worked, thriving off of sarcasm and insults, their competitive natures constantly clashing.
“minjung.” it was the slur of her name that minjung was far too used to by now, though she couldn’t deny that she wasn’t feeling a pleasant buzz and warmth spreading throughout her entire body. “mm?” it wasn’t surprising to her that junghee was completely disregarding any ideas of personal space, nuzzling against minjung’s neck and rubbing her thigh. it was another thing minjung was far too used to, her best friend always getting close and obnoxious after a party when the two of them were back at her house to crash, her parents usually being gone for some kind of extended business trip.
“i’m horny.” minjung snorted, because this was something she was all too used to (the list was way too long for her liking). junghee would usually whine about it and then end up passed out on her bed. “okay,” she replies, trying to push junghee off of her; something that usually works. but this time something is different.
instead of allowing minjung to push her away and accepting defeat, junghee goes right back to what she was doing. her hands rubs against minjung’s thigh a few more times before sliding higher, boldly pressing against the crotch of minjung’s shorts and smirking at the way the younger girl gasps slightly. “you wanna?” she breathes, leaning closer. she smells like the cheap vodka and sprite they were drinking all night and minjung just regards her for a few moments, almost hesitating. almost.
“fuck it,” she says, reaching up and pulling junghee down into a rough kiss, kind of hating the way she can feel the older girl smirking. she doesn’t want junghee to think that she won in any way, because she didn’t. minjung is doing this because she wants to. she’s doing it because they’re both drunk as fuck and junghee is attractive and she knows that this is probably the most casual hookup she could ever have. because she feels comfortable with junghee, junghee is her best friend, but neither of them would let something like this come between them. junghee probably won’t even remember it in the morning.
intent on keeping some kind of control she fists the material of junghee’s tanktop and deepens the kiss, grinning at the way junghee moans into it until she’s shaking herself at the feeling of the older girl’s fingers suddenly popping open the button on her jeans and slipping inside. if she didn’t know junghee so well she might have been concerned at just how tiny she feels, but minjung does know her and she definitely knows never to underestimate her. that thought comes back amplified by at least a thousand whenever fingers are pressing directly against her clit through her steadily dampening panties and making her gasp slightly into the kiss. “heh.” junghee lets out a small, satisfied laugh and continues, pressing circles into minjung until she grows tired of it and starts tugging at her shorts instead, easily getting them around the younger girl’s thighs along with her panties, just enough to give her room. she can’t be bothered with taking the time to properly undress her right now.
minjung is thinking that maybe she should be feeling a little self conscious, at least a little bit of something but she doesn’t have time to keep thinking whenever junghee’s fingers are back, rubbing against her clit directly this time and making her hips arch upwards. the feeling is enough to pull a moan from her throat and that’s when she realizes that junghee’s pulled back from her lips, kissing and biting her way down her neck instead, giving a particularly hard bite and suck that makes minjung shake and simultaneously want to punch her because she knows that’s going to leave a mark. but she can’t. she can’t because it feels so fucking good and her hands are tugging junghee’s tanktop up just so she can feel her skin and dig nails into it whenever the older girl finds a particularly satisfying rhythm.
“fuck.” she’s breathing harder as junghee trails her tongue up the curve of minjung’s neck, stopping to bite at her earlobe and tug. “good?” she’s practically purring, her voice something low and sensual that minjung has never heard before but she’s definitely thinking that it isn’t a bad thing. “yeah,” she breathes, nodding and dragging nails down junghee’s back, giving a smirk of her own at the way she feels her shiver.
junghee moans into her ear and bites at it again, tugging just a little harder this time. “minjung.” that voice is right against her ear now and how is it even possible for something like that to feel so good? “wanna fuck you.” they both know that junghee is in control, but the way that her voice still sounds needy is more than enough for minjung to nod slightly, surprised and a little bit touched that junghee is actually (sort of) asking for her permission. she doesn’t waste any time once she gets it, and minjung is silently thankful that junghee has her experience with this whenever she feels a finger sliding inside, uncomfortable at first. junghee realizes it because she’s kissing and biting down minjung’s neck again, gently working her finger inside of her until minjung relaxes enough to spread her legs a little more and arch closer.
it’s more than enough of an encouragement to junghee and she grows less tentative with her movements, crooking her finger and pressing, trying different angles until she finds one that makes minjung’s hips roll into her and pulls a moan from her throat. she grins and does it again, and then again, making sure to keep minjung’s reactions coming and setting a steady pace so she doesn’t overwhelm her too much. minjung honestly can’t believe that anything could feel this good, especially not anything that her best friend could be doing to her, and the more that junghee works and presses her finger inside her the more she’s going crazy, scratching harder and not even trying to stop the sounds she’s making anymore. the only thing that even comes close to grounding her is junghee’s lips near her ear again, whispering. “close?” minjung just nods somewhat deliriously, tilting her head back and unable to keep her eyes open. “don’t stop,” she moans, and junghee just smirks, pressing and stroking against her gspot faster.
“how close?” junghee is enjoying the teasing far too much, especially now that she can feel minjung’s muscles tensing and the way she’s arching up into her as much as she can, eyes closed and brows furrowed because she’s completely focused on her pleasure and junghee fucking loves it. “shit,” she gasps, nails biting hard into junghee’s skin. fuck, gonna come.” junghee bites and tugs at minjung’s ear again, pushing her into her orgasm a second later and grinning at the way her body shudders and hips roll up insistently, only pulling back when she’s sure minjung is completely spent.
there’s a moment of silence between them while minjung catches her breath, and when she opens her eyes again she’s greeted with the sight of junghee grinning at her and sliding her finger into her mouth. she slowly pulls it back out, never breaking eye contact. “good?” minjung just nods a little, hating the fact that she’s been rendered speechless but still having no idea what she’s supposed to say after something like that.
it turns out she doesn’t have to say anything, because as soon as she’s starting to regain coherency junghee is pressing herself closer, pushing minjung down so that she’s lying on the floor and raising herself up onto her knees. she doesn’t wait for minjung to take any initiative, instead grabbing minjung’s hand and sliding it past the waistband of her panties (which are completely soaked, minjung notes). it’s intoxicating in all sorts of ways, the way that junghee shivers from the slightest contact, unable to suppress a shiver of her own just because of how fucking wet junghee is.
one second she’s distracted and the next she feels slick heat that makes her head spin because junghee is guiding two of her fingers inside, rolling her hips down and moaning at the feeling. she’s still gripping onto minjung’s wrist as she shifts slightly, quickly setting into a rhythm and riding minjung’s fingers. it takes a few moments for minjung to recover from the fact that yes, this is happening, and once she does she’s rewarded with a louder moan from the older girl when she thrusts her fingers up to match the rhythm she’s set, finally taking back some of the control. “fuck, right there,” junghee whimpers whenever minjung crooks her fingers like junghee did before, smirking as she watches the older girl starting to come undone, grinding into minjung’s fingers harder. it’s hot and satisfying in so many ways, because junghee always likes to have at least some element of control. it’s rare to see her like this, completely dependent on minjung to give her what she wants, and minjung fucking loves it.
it seems like it barely takes any time at all before junghee is tossing her head back, hands quickly skimming up her body to squeeze at her own chest. “don’t stop,” she breathes, cutting herself off with another moan and letting one hand return to minjung’s wrist just to grab it and ensure that the younger girl won’t pull away and leave her like this. “don’t stop, fuck, fuck, so close.” minjung almost wishes that she could draw it out, that she could stop and leave junghee like this for just a few moments, just to see what she would do. but she doesn’t. because the urge to see what she looks like when she lets go completely is stronger, and so she makes sure to keep fingering junghee in time with the almost frantic rolls of her hips, keeping her eyes trained on her expression.
when junghee comes she comes hard, back arching and body shuddering, her grip on minjung’s wrist tightening even more while she rides it out as long as she possibly can. once she’s exhausted herself she lets go, letting herself fall and roll off of minjung to land on the floor beside her instead, still panting and closing her eyes with a satisfied smile.
the next morning they wake up on the floor, both half dressed and confused. minjung quickly finds something to throw on, mumbling to herself about junghee taking advantage of her and junghee just laughs, giving her a knowing smirk. of course minjung couldn’t deny that it was good. junghee knew it, and minjung loved it and hated it.
i really don't like the ending of this but i'm lazy and it's kind of a oneshot/drabble so u___u i wrote this for my unnie bc she finished her last final today ~ she also pointed out to me that my entire writing journal is jongkey and she loves jongho and girlee so ~