Archive of Our Own

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Bora’s fingers were digging into the bedsheets, as if that would be enough to stabilize her. As if it’s ever been enough to stabilize her.

Stable was a foreign concept to Bora when it came to Minji. Bora hadn’t felt stable in months.

And it wasn’t just because of the sex.

The mind-blowing sex that had yet to simmer down for either of them. They were still at each other every chance they got, like dogs in heat. Even after Bora tried to cling to some semblance of normalcy in their friendship – relationship – sexual transaction – whatever it was. They were supposed to just have a nice night out as the simple close friends they used to be. It still ended the same with them going back to their shared apartment, hungry mouths finding each other’s lips as they discarded their clothes on the way to the bedroom.

It didn’t help that tonight’s romp was also fueled by a bit of alcohol, a stint of jealously, and an assertion that nearly teetered on the edge of something resembling commitment. It was enough bubbling emotion to make anyone’s lips a little loose.

And that’s what Bora would blame it on, when she finally let spill her heart’s desires that overshadowed even the desire for Minji’s relentless dedication to bringing Bora to the highest point of sexual gratification.

It boiled over, that overwhelming feeling centering on her chest, which happened to be where Minji was leaving many red and sore spots with her mouth, spots that would replace the discoloured and fading marks from her previous aggressive kisses and bites, so that Bora would never run dry of reminders of what Minji did to her. Does to her.

It was almost fitting that so many of these spots were being left over where Bora’s heart was, which was drumming so hard against her chest, she could feel it in her head, hear it echoing in her ears. If Bora hadn’t said it herself, then her heart surely would’ve found its own way to communicate what she was feeling.

Even as Bora’s head swam at the feeling of being wrapped around Minji’s fingers pumping inside of her, as they so often were. Even as Minji brought her to that place of pleasure she so often did, almost on a daily basis. Bora’s thoughts couldn’t be overshadowed.

If anything, Minji’s mouth on Bora’s chest and her fingers stroking consistently while trapped between Bora’s increasingly clenching walls just made Bora’s thoughts even louder. Because while Bora felt Minji’s desperation to continue to be consistent in her movements, even though Bora’s tightening need was making it difficult for Minji just to move her fingers at all as Bora began to reach her highest point, even with how slick she was, Bora was clenched down hard on those curling fingers, practically sucking them into herself so that Minji’s fingers were hers, they were hers to be fucked by, and she needed nothing else. No one else.

Because it wasn’t just the sex.

It wasn’t just Minji’s mouth. Or her fingers. Or her body.

It was her mind. Her heart. Her smile. Her eyes. Her voice. Her touch. Her thoughts. Her feelings. Her laugh. Her kindness. Her dumb jokes. Her sensitivity. Her empathy. Her. Her. Her. Her.

Minji.

Minji.

“Minji, I… I’m…”

Bora’s back arched, knowing she was close, her head tilting up, mouth hanging open, eyes twisted shut, and she knew she didn’t have to say anything. Minji knew her body so well at this point. Minji knew exactly when Bora was about to cum, when she was cumming, how long she could cum, how long until she could cum again. But she knew Minji loved to hear it. She loved to hear Bora struggle to announce herself falling over that threshold, moaning it out as her voice shook along with her body, making a sound that almost wasn’t human or entirely hers as it spilled out just from the raw, unfiltered, animalistic pleasure.

And Bora loved…

She loved…

“I love you.”

Bora clapped a hand over her own mouth. Her eyes wide as she moaned out what became more like a half-orgasm, from the combination of Minji instantly stilling her movements where she would usually continue to help Bora ride her orgasm out, and Bora being horrified at her own admittance slipping out.

Her breath was heavy and loud against her own hand, her body tense and frozen for a completely different reason than Minji pleasuring her. Minji also seemed frozen, though her fingers stayed buried inside of Bora, and her mouth was no longer kissing Bora’s chest, though Bora could feel the tickle of Minji’s shaky breathing.

Bora continued not to move, as if hoping that maybe Minji didn’t hear it, or maybe would figure she misheard, or maybe she’d elect to ignore it entirely and they could just go on like nothing happened. But that moment before Minji decided what to do about what Bora just said, before Minji even moved a muscle, it was torture.

Finally, Minji stirred. Bora’s eyes looked down and followed Minji’s head as she looked up, and she scooted herself to lean directly over Bora’s face, and Bora couldn’t help but notice the look on Minji’s face. Her lips were pulled into a pout, eyebrows slanted back, and it was an expression that almost looked… pained.

“You love me?”

Bora wanted to say no. Not like that. It was just a slip of the tongue. In the heat of the moment. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to mean anything. They could just go on as normal. She was just being stupid. She couldn’t love Minji. She couldn’t.

Though she did.

It’s just that Minji couldn’t know.

And now she knew.

And whatever that was about to mean for them.

Tears started to fill Bora’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

It wasn’t.

At least, that’s what Bora thought.

She never really knew what anything was supposed to be like.

She just knew she was attracted to Minji, and when the door opened for a friends-with-benefits situation, she walked through that doorway without thinking too much about the consequences. She just thought about how good it would feel.

And it had felt good.

More than she ever hoped.

But she couldn’t keep her feelings separated.

And now those consequences she hadn’t thought of were rearing their ugly head.

And she was at risk of not only losing their arrangement

But losing Minji entirely.

If only for her own good.

Bora and Minji had met when they were both at a turning point in their careers. Though they walked separate paths, they somehow ended up on the same project, and when they both set foot on the set of that music video that day, it was a catalyst for an indomitable connection between two people that would end up taking both of their breath away, in more ways than one.

Bora was a dancer. It wasn’t one of the more “stable” careers out there. She instructed and held different classes to make ends meet the best she could, but she wanted to be a back-up dancer for idols and other performers, and maybe one day even have an idol dance to a choreography she made. That was her dream.

This music video was her big break. It wasn’t for one of the most popular idols at the time, but they were middle ground, and Bora couldn’t afford to be picky. She was grateful for the opportunity at all. She would have a credit as a back up dancer in a music video, something she could add to her portfolio, and she’d have a chance to network with other people in the industry. Maybe even get recruited, if she was lucky enough.

For Minji, this was also a big break. A budding actress and model. The most she had gotten were a couple of subway ads, but Minji wanted to perform, to show her art to a larger audience. She loved to act, to bring stories to life. So far, the only story she was able to tell involved how pretty her face was. Even in this music video, she was supposed to just be a pretty face acting as an adoring fan to the idol. But she had to start somewhere, and Minji didn’t take for granted that people finding her conventionally attractive would open doors for her over time. She just had to keep working. It was the right step.

Bora found out very quickly that she was one of those people that found Minji conventionally attractive. Though, who wouldn’t? When she saw Minji at the snack table, she was half convinced that they had somehow hired a hologram to be in the video. She was just that beautiful. She had to have been made by a computer.

That, and she could’ve sworn she had seen her somewhere before.

“Um. Am I in your way? Did you want something here?”

Minji’s inquiring voice practically startled Bora out of her inner quandaries. She hadn’t realized she had been staring quite that hard.

Bora looked as Minji gestured to a platter of little sandwiches and gimbap in front of her, as if offering.

“Oh, no. Sorry. I guess I wasn’t being subtle,” Bora blushed. “You just look… kind of familiar? But I can’t place where.”

Minji tilted her head, a curious yet inviting smile forming on her face.

“Did you… happen to go to school in Daejeon, or something?” Minji wondered, though she was pretty sure she would’ve remembered a face like Bora’s.

“Oh, no, I grew up in Changwon. So… I doubt we met growing up,” Bora deliberated. “Maybe I’m just seeing things.”

Minji thought for a moment.

“I guess it’s a long shot, but… does this ring any bells?” Minji questioned, and then struck a pose like she was excited to be telling a secret. Bora's eyes widened.

“Yes! I’ve seen you do that before! …Why have I seen you do that before?” Bora felt more confused than she did before, and Minji had to laugh at her bafflement.

“I did a subway ad for a lipstick a while back. It was a short run, so you must ride the subway a lot,” Minji noted. Bora gasped and clapped her hands together.

“That’s it!” Bora exclaimed, and the explosive volume of her voice both took Minji aback and impressed her at the same time. Meanwhile, for Bora, it all came back to her. She remembered the ad. She remembered the girl on it was so pretty. She remembered being sad when she could no longer find the ad on the trains anymore. “Wow! I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity.”

“Me?” Minji laughed. “There’s a literal idol here and you think I’m the celebrity.”

“Hey, you clearly made an impression on me. Now that you’ve reminded me, I even remember the lipstick brand. Diae, right?”

Minji’s mouth popped open slightly in surprise.

“Whoa that’s… that’s right! I guess I really did leave an impression,” Minji chuckled, feeling a blush colour her cheeks.

“Honestly, it looked so nice on you, I nearly bought some for myself,” Bora admitted, and Minji adopted a playful smirk.

“Only nearly, though,” Minji chuckled, and Bora gaped in mock offence.

“Listen. Some of us have to be frugal. Not all of us are getting advertisement gigs. I have to stick with bargain bin at the drugstore makeup,” Bora scoffed, and Minji let out another light laugh, getting the feeling that Bora was just messing around.

“Oh, don’t worry. Some of us also understand needing to forgo any big expenses. One subway ad isn’t enough to carry me to a life of lavish comfort, after all,” Minji retorted. Bora raised her eyebrow at that.

“I find it very hard to believe you’re not getting gigs left and right. A face like yours should be plastered all over billboards everywhere,” Bora stated, and Minji felt herself blush again, looking away slightly shyly, and Bora was suddenly struck by the thought that Minji maybe didn’t actually think she was as beautiful as everyone seemed to believe.

“Thank you for thinking so. I’m really just starting out, so, we’ll see,” Minji mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear. “In the meantime, I’m working at a bakery while trying to get into the acting world. This is actually my first acting gig.”

“Hey! This is my first time dancing in something professional, so we have that in common!” Bora exclaimed. Minji beamed back, glad she found someone she sort of had even footing with. Everyone else seemed more experienced, and it was intimidating.

“Now that I find hard to believe. I was watching some of the filming of the choreography earlier. You really stand out,” Minji noted, and now it was Bora’s turn to blush as she shuffled her feet.

“Yeah. I actually got… scolded for that. I can’t stand out more than, you know, the actual idol. Containing my energy is still something I need to work on,” Bora muttered.

“I think you’d stand out whether you contained yourself or not,” Minji flashed a smile, and Bora nearly gaped at how effortlessly this woman she just met made her feel… appreciated. Though she expected there to be a lot of fake smiles and words shared among people here, Bora couldn’t figure out what Minji could get out of her as a dancer, so everything she said felt genuine.

“You’re sweet. You really must work at a bakery,” Bora commented. Minji nodded enthusiastically in a way that made Bora feel like working at the bakery just wasn’t just something she did out of necessity.

“Mhm! It’s a privately owned one, but very good! That’s how I know you should go for the gimbap here, and not the sandwiches. The bread is very… generic and low quality,” Minji giggled. “Sorry, don’t mean to come off as a snob. But if you ever visited the bakery, you’d understand why. It’s called Cake n’ Bake, if you’re ever interested.”

“I am, actually. I love bread. And sweet things,” Bora grinned, and Minji looked elated. Then her eyes widened.

“Oh! I also… actually have tubes of that lipstick I’ve never used. I got a bunch of free samples for being the model, if you’d like some,” Minji offered, and Bora brightened, though not just because of the lipstick.

“That’d be really nice, yeah. I’d never turn down free stuff, if you’re offering,” Bora nodded.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. I’ve honestly never had someone recognize me from one of my ads before. It really made my day,” Minji affirmed, her eyes smiling as much as her lips. “And just… thank you for being so nice in general. I was really nervous for today but talking to you has sort of made it fade away.”

“Ditto,” Bora confirmed, pulling out her phone. “Let me give you my contact info and we can meet up?”

“Yeah! That sounds great,” Minji pulled out her own phone, poised to start typing. “What’s your name?”

“B--”

The sound of the director calling for everyone to end their break and get back to their places. They flashed each other apologetic smiles, because they both were eager to impress at this job and didn’t want to wait around. So they both went their separate ways.

Bora wanted to wait around, but the dancers were done with their part way before the actors were, and she wasn’t sure how long it would be before that girl she met at the snack table had a free moment again, and it felt weird to wait around for a girl’s number to get some… lipstick. So she left.

Which she would end up regretting. She couldn’t get that girl’s face out of her mind. Bora had wished she had waited around if it meant getting a chance to talk to her more.

She regretted it enough that, a few days later, she was searching “Cake n’ Bake” online. By some stroke of luck, it was only one subway stop away from her dance studio. So Bora decided that after a rigorous hip hop class, she needed to refuel with some carbs.

She felt sort of silly, going to a bakery just to see someone she had met briefly at a job. But, hey, human connections could be rare, especially in the industry, and Bora was far more drawn to knowing someone because she liked their company, rather than what she could get out of the relationship.

So Bora walked through the front door of the bakery, the bell ringing overhead to signal her arrival, which was enough for the woman at the counter to look up. And when she did, she looked startled at first, and then extended the brightest smile as a greeting.

“Hey, you found me,” Minji chuckled. Bora stood there, a little dumbfounded, because she hadn’t figured out what she would say. So she said what came to her mind first.

“I didn’t get to tell you my name,” Bora stated. “It’s Bora.”

Minji’s smile widened, if possible, and she gave her new acquaintance an endearing look.

“Nice to meet you, Bora. I’m Minji.”

Their friendship took off like wildfire. After exchanging numbers, finally, they found themselves texting every day, meeting up whenever they could, sharing stories, getting to know each other, revealing their struggles and victories, their dreams and aspirations, and they found themselves only further drawn to each other.

Neither of them had experienced a… friendship like this before. They had people in their life that they adored, for sure, but nobody that they had been practically obsessed with, someone that lit up their face with a smile just from receiving a text, someone where they would forgo sleep if it meant staying up an extra hour talking on the phone, someone where they felt like they’d toss everything aside if the other ever asked for help.

It was this line of thinking that ended up with them eventually suggesting that they become roommates. They were both struggling to make ends meet in their separate apartments, and Minji had approached Bora after doing some math. If they both got a two-bedroom together and split the cost, they’d be saving a bit more each month. They got along well together. They would get to be together most of the time. It was a no brainer, really. So Bora accepted without hesitation, her stomach flipflopping in excitement.

So less than a year after meeting, they had become acquaintances, friends, best friends, roommates. And there’s always that concern that as soon as two people start living together, they find their quirks and tendencies didn’t mesh together like they thought they would, and it would end up driving the two people apart.

It didn’t end up that way for Bora and Minji, however. Minji discovered Bora was a cleaning fiend, which meant that Minji had to clean less, which she enjoyed. And Bora enjoyed Minji’s small kindnesses that just made everything a little easier from day to day, like reaching up to make sure anything Bora would’ve wanted for cooking was on the counter so she didn’t have to strain to reach anything herself, or finding that Minji replenished Bora’s favourite snacks without even needing to ask.

It was almost a perfect living situation.

If not for the unresolved sexual tension.

Before they had even lived together, Bora found herself finding Minji’s hand, or wrapping her up in frequent hugs, because the contact made her feel warm and fuzzy, and sometimes Minji looked like she expected it. Which was all very normal. Humans crave affection after all. And yes, sometimes Bora thought about how soft Minji’s lips might be, but she got to know Minji through a lipstick ad, so that was neither here nor there.

But once they started living together, being together much more consistently, Bora’s thoughts became much less… innocent. Especially when Minji would walk around in shorts and a bra, and suddenly Bora found her own legs squeezing together at the thought of running her tongue along those bare shoulders.

And sometimes she’d be in the kitchen and Minji would push up from behind her for no discernable reason, seemingly just to playfully press against Bora’s ass before giggling and wandering away, leaving Bora flustered and suddenly forgetting how to peel a potato.

And other times Minji would suggest they should shower together to save water, and Bora would laugh it off as a joke, but she’d turn away flushing at the thought of her hands dragging soapy suds down the length of Minji’s bare, wet body, and their bodies pressing together as they let themselves wash each other, and how that would feel.

Bora wasn’t naïve. As conservative as Korea was, she knew many places in the world viewed same-sex attraction as normal. She just never considered that she’d be in that category, but maybe it made sense, as she was always more likely to fangirl over female idols and actors more than the men. It also explained why she never had much interest in dating, even when men expressed a lot of interest in her. Though, this is the first time she felt anything like this toward anyone, so, maybe it was just Minji.

Either way, it was a problem. Not in her apparent attraction toward a woman. But that that woman happened to be her best friend, and her roommate, and she had no idea how Minji felt about gay rights or anything like that, and Bora didn’t want to make Minji uncomfortable, or feel trapped, so she did her best to clamp those feelings of lust down. It was easy enough. There was a lot more about Minji to appreciate than imagining her naked.

At least, until Bora would get bored.

And then Bora would figure a good way to pass the time involved touching herself.

It had been a normal day. Bora had no classes that day so she trained a bit in the morning and then had the whole afternoon to herself. Minji was working at the bakery and would supposedly be there for a few more hours, so she didn’t have Minji to joke around with while they hung out, either.

Bora had been scrolling through Netflix on the couch, and it took about three scrolls before she decided there was nothing she really wanted to watch. She was lamenting her predicament when she was putting the remote control down only to accidentally brush by one of her nipples through her shirt.

Oh.

Bora shivered and thought, yeah, she could do that. She could spend a bit of time making herself feel good. Then she’d figure out something else to do.

She made a silent promise to herself, though.

She would not think of Minji.

She would not think of Minji.

Bora admitted she felt best when she thought of Minji while touching herself, but she always felt guilty after orgasming, thinking about how she used her best friend as a way to get off without her even knowing.

So she wouldn’t. She would just empty her mind and let her fingers do the work.

Bora spread her legs and her hand slipped beneath her waistband. Her fingers combed through some curls before sliding over plush skin between her legs, the folds sticky and wet as she pushed them apart.

Bora released a soft sound, closing her eyes as she dipped her fingers into the source of her wetness, lubricating them a bit so she could stroke herself more easily. She slowly pulled her fingers out and started dragging them up and down her length, teasing herself, already hearing the wet smack of her lips as they grew wetter, and Bora’s fingers continued to play with herself, pushing folds apart and then pressing her full palm against her pussy, rubbing it firmly and slowly to help build herself up.

She imagined how it would feel to have Minji’s hand against her like this instead.

Bora bit her lip. She knew better. She always had good intentions, but her mind always wandered to Minji when she would masturbate. And as good as those intentions were, at that moment, with a pressure starting to build in her, she didn’t care. Imagining Minji’s hand stroking her, Minji’s naked body towering over her, Minji biting her own lip as she asked Bora if she wanted to be fucked like the naughty girl she was, it all felt too good.

Bora’s hand, slick from her arousal, moved up to focus on her clit. She was so turned on now, rubbing her clit would involve no uncomfortable friction at all.

A smile played at her lips as she started to rub small circles over her aching nub, eyes still closed, and she imagined if it was Minji’s mouth instead that was closed over her clit, tongue lapping at her, flicking her repeatedly over and over, and Bora released a long moan at the imagery of Minji between her legs, mouth attached to her pussy, cheeks expanding rapidly as her tongue worked her magic.

Fuck, it felt so good.

There was only one thing Bora could do to make it feel better.

“Oh… Minji… yes… Minji, babe… that feels so good… mm…”

Bora thrusted her hips forward at the sound of her own voice moaning Minji’s name. She could pretend it was real. She could pretend Minji could hear her, egging her on, praising her eating her out, and her fingers started rubbing more rapidly, imagining Minji responding to Bora’s words, wanted to hear more and wanting to pleasure Bora further.

It was amazing. It was everything Bora wanted. It was enough to send her on that crescendoing path to sexual release, and she wasn’t going to let go of it now. She wanted to feel good. She deserved to feel good. She wanted Minji to keep making her feel good.

And so her name kept spilling out of Bora’s mouth, to the degree that she hadn’t heard when the door latch gave way in their apartment.

“Minji… Minji… fuck… Minji…”

“…Bora?”

Minji had been kind of grateful that the oven caught fire at work.

It had been frightening and stressful at first, but after the fire was put out and the owners told her to go home while they dealt with the insurance, Minji was delighted that she got to go home, knowing that Bora was home for the afternoon. Maybe she could convince Bora to go see a movie with her, or go for a walk in the park, since the cherry blossoms were starting to bloom.

Or anything, really. She just enjoyed spending time with Bora.

But any plans were derailed when she walked through the door of their apartment.

At first she was confused as she closed over the door. Bora was sitting on the couch facing away from her, just seemingly sitting there and not doing anything, but then Minji heard the quickened breath. And then the faint, rhythmic wet smacking sound from Bora’s position, and the heaving of her shoulders.

Oh my god

Minji pondered slipping back out and leaving Bora to her devices, giving her her privacy. Despite Minji feeling quite captivated by what was happening in their apartment at that moment, she didn’t want Bora feeling mortified at having Minji witness her private time. So she figured she’d wait in the hallway for a bit, and then enter again when she figured Bora was done, pretend she never saw this—

“Minji… Minji… fuck… Minji…”

Minji’s jaw popped open, her hand paused on the door handle.

Had she just… heard that?

That changed things.

She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard Bora moaning her name while touching herself. It wouldn’t be fair to Bora, that Minji had this information about her, and Minji would just keep acting like everything is normal while secretly knowing Bora was sexually attracted to her. If Bora had found out later, she wouldn’t blame Bora for getting angry with her, and the last thing Minji wanted was Bora being angry with her.

Plus, this allowed for some… opportunities that Minji didn’t think was possible before. Because she had to admit, she had thought of Bora in that way more than a few times. She had also thought of Bora when she touched herself. But it always felt like just a shameful little fantasy. But now all pretenses were being thrown out the window, and Minji very much wanted to take advantage of that, especially with the sound of Bora’s wetness filling the air – wetness caused from thinking about her.

She wanted a front row seat, and she had just the excuse.

Minji licked her dry lips, slightly nervous about how everything about their friendship was about to shift dramatically. But she was excited, too.

“…Bora?”

Bora immediately let out a yelp. Her hand tore from her shorts and she turned around on the couch, staring at Minji in abject horror.

“Minji?! Oh my god, why are you home?! Oh my god, oh my god what did you see? What did you hear? Holy shit, I’m so embarrassed. Oh my god. Forget everything. Please, Minji. Please, please, please. Oh god, this can’t be happening,” Bora rambled out, her face a bright shade of red as she wanted to crawl under a rock and die. “I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… fuck.”

Bora buried her red face into the arm of the couch, and Minji saw Bora’s hand dangling limply over the edge of the couch, and she could see how soaked Bora’s fingers were. She swallowed hard. She wanted Bora to return to what she had been doing, but she had to calm her down, first.

“Bora, it’s okay,” Minji cooed softly. Bora groaned into the couch.

“No it’s not. Ugh, don’t think I’m weird. Or… I guess you can. Sorry. I won’t do it again. Think of you, I mean. I’m so horrified. I’ll understand if you never want to talk to me again.”

Bora’s words were muffled, but Minji heard them loud and clear.

Minji walked closer so that she was beside the couch.

“Bora, look at me,” Minji requested.

“…I’d rather not,” Bora muttered, not lifting her head.

“Please?” Minji murmured. “Bora, I’m not mad. It’s okay. I’m actually kind of… happy.”

Bora lifted her head at that, her face still flushed. She stared at Minji in disbelief.

“You are?” Bora gaped, and Minji gave her a soft smile.

“Yeah. Honestly, and this might be odd request, but… would you allow me to watch?”

Bora’s jaw dropped even farther.

“You… you want to watch me t-touch--”

“If that’s okay,” Minji said quickly, suddenly aware that her own fantasies might be crossing a line. “You don’t have to let me. But I just figured… since you were thinking of me anyway… you’d be fine with me watching you.”

Bora couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but Minji seemed dead serious. And she had to admit she was enticed by the idea, especially since she was still so aroused, and it was way better than the alternative of living in a hole out of embarrassment for the rest of her life. But it still felt so… out of nowhere, that Minji would request this.

So despite wanting to welcome the idea with open arms – or open legs – she wanted to know where this was coming from even more, because Minji said she just wanted to watch, not… participate.

“May I ask why you want to watch?” Bora questioned carefully, searching Minji’s expression. Minji took in a deep breath. She had been prepared for this question.

Honestly, it being hot as hell was reason enough, but she had another flimsy excuse as well, and it was enough for her to not outright admit that she wanted to watch her best friend touch herself because she couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight on this entire earth.

“I have an audition soon. It’s for a perfume commercial. I’m supposed to look… aroused during it. But I’m not really sure… how I should act it out, if that makes sense. I’ve tried to study how I look when I’m masturbating, but it’s a little hard to… focus. And porn hasn’t helped because everything is so goddamn dramatic and fetishized. So I figured I could… study your expression and think about copying that,” Minji explained, her eyes heavy, thinking about how Bora’s face must’ve looked when she was pleasuring herself.

Bora blinked a couple of times.

“So this is… research,” Bora said slowly.

“Sure,” Minji stated, and gave a sly smile. “I also don’t want to interrupt you feeling good. If me watching you helps you feel good, then that’s all the better. But if it’s too much, then never mind.”

“So we’d just be… helping each other out,” Bora concluded. “And you’re not weirded out? By me… feeling that way… while thinking of you?”

Minji tilted her head, giving Bora a sympathetic look.

“If you’re scared I’m going to think of you differently, I promise I won’t. You’re still my best friend,” Minji affirmed. “I care about you and if I make you feel good, then that makes me happy. Is that enough?”

Bora pressed her lips into a hard line, and she nodded.

“Then… yeah. You can watch. I’d… I’d like it if you watched,” Bora admitted. Despite the heaviness of the statement, Minji grinned.

“Thank you. I’d like that, too,” Minji agreed. She slowly walked to the other edge of the couch and sat on it, crossing her legs and facing Bora expectantly. Bora twisted herself to face Minji as well, her legs falling back open slightly, her cheeks a deep hue of red still, but for new reasons.

“Do you… want me to take off my shorts?” Bora questioned. Minji sucked in a breath. She hadn’t thought of the… semantics.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Bora. I know I’m asking you to do something vulnerable,” Minji assured. Bora bit her lip. Everything was happening so fast. She felt far too shy. Maybe it was enough for Minji just to know what she was doing under her shorts.

“Maybe I’ll keep them on. You’re supposed to focus on my expression anyway, right?” Bora reasoned. Minji nodded slowly, trying her best not to let her disappointment show.

“Yeah. Makes sense,” Minji relented. But then she watched as Bora lifted her still-damp hand and slid it under her waistband, and Minji felt her breath catch. Bora gave her a shy smile.

“Sorry if my expressions aren’t what you’re looking for. I may just end up looking crazy,” Bora muttered, and Minji could tell from the bump in the fabric that Bora hadn’t reached all the way down yet.

“I’m sure you’ll look absolutely beautiful,” Minji purred, making Bora blush. “I’ll have to try really hard to replicate it.”

Bora bit her lip, reality hitting her that Minji was about to watch her touching herself, and how good that was all about to feel for her.

“I’ll be sure to try and give you a good show.”

Bora’s hand slid under and into her folds again, and she let out about soft sound, because she wanted Minji to know her fingers had found their mark again, and they were eager to continue what they had been doing before.

Minji’s expression didn’t really change, but they way her eyes dragged over Bora’s form, hand in her shorts, legs wide open, the shape of her knuckles rubbing against the fabric over where her arousal was, she looked… enticed. Even though Minji said it was for research, it was easy for Bora to believe Minji was getting turned on, too.

“Is this what you wanted?” Bora’s voice came out as a husk as the bulge in her shorts continued to pulse from her hand’s movement against her pussy, getting all slick again.

Minji could tell, because she could hear it.

“Yes,” Minji’s admittance was barely a whisper. Bora swallowed hard, stilling her hand for a moment.

“Sorry. You just wanted to watch. I shouldn’t pull you into dirty talk,” Bora blushed, but Minji shook her head.

“Do whatever makes you feel good. I’m here for all of it,” Minji claimed. Bora regarded her carefully.

“You sure?”

“You won’t scare me away. I promise,” Minji assured. “I want you to experience pleasure as authentically as you can. So don’t hold back.”

Bora nodded slowly, breath hitching as her hand started moving again, and Minji felt herself ache at the sight. She wanted to see so much more of Bora, but she wouldn’t push her beyond her comfort zone for the sake of living out her fantasy.

Hell, she wanted to do much more than see Bora, but she felt like that was too big of a step without Bora asking, so she sat politely, trying not to squeeze her legs together to stimulate the growing urge between them.

Bora’s breath was becoming more laboured again, but this time she kept her eyes open, kept them trained on Minji’s because it was blowing her mind that Minji was willingly watching her masturbate. Minji. Watching her pleasure herself. Minji. Minji.

It was a lot to take in.

“You like this? You like watching me touch myself?”

Bora’s voice was heavy. As heavy as the thickness against her hand. She had switched to rubbing her clit again, something Minji was only all too aware of with the rapid circles disturbing the fabric at Bora’s crotch.

Minji licked her lips, pleased that Bora was leaning into including her.

“I do. You look so hot, babe,” Minji replied, and Bora moaned, even though she knew Minji was saying that just to help get her off.

But Minji meant it.

“Does it feel good?” Minji followed up, taking in how Bora was desperately trying to keep her eyes open, bottom lip caught between her teeth, head tilted back just a bit, and she was practically sinking back into the couch weighed down by her own pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, it does,” Bora moaned. “I like that you’re seeing me like this. I want you to know how fucking good thinking about you makes me feel.”

Minji wanted to ask what about her makes Bora feel so good, but the way the question would come out, it didn’t feel like it’d be very sexy. So she changed tactics, trying to see herself through Bora’s eyes instead.

“Bet you think of me grinding up against you,” Minji breathed out, her eyes dark. “Do you, Bora? Do you think of me touching you?”

“Yes,” Bora gasped.

“Are you think of me touching you right now?”

“Yes.”

“Are you thinking of my fingers rubbing against your wet, needy little pussy?”

Minji was almost shocked at her own words, not knowing she had so much filth at the tip of her tongue, but seeing Bora like this was bringing it out of her.

And Bora wasn’t complaining, the way she was moaning at Minji’s words.

“Oh my god, Minji, yes. I’m so fucking needy. You make me so goddamn wet,” Bora groaned, her breathing even more laboured than before.

Minji wanted Bora to ask.

She wanted Bora to ask Minji to fulfill that wish.

She wouldn’t bring herself to touch her otherwise, even though she was clenching her hands tightly to stop herself from ripping Bora’s shorts off and diving her fingers into Bora’s heat, feeling those clench walls, knowing they were for her.

God, she was wet, too.

“Minji… Minji…” Bora gasped again, her mouth trembling. “Oh, Minji, I’m close. Do you want me to cum for you?”

No, Minji thought, I want to make you cum myself

“Yes, baby,” Minji said instead. “I want to watch you cum for me. I want you to cum while thinking about me fucking you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” Bora groaned. “Watch me cum for you, babe. I’ll fucking be a mess for you. It feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum so hard. Fuck. Fuck.”

Minji could see Bora was serious, the beating in her shorts at an even more rapid pace, Bora’s back hunched slightly, her legs trembling. Bora was close. She was about to watch Bora orgasm. It was going to be gorgeous. She just had to find the words to bring Bora over that edge.

“I’m going to enjoy thinking about this later… when I cum for you, too.”

“Holy fuck, fuck, Minji, fuck.”

Bora let out a high pitched gasp, and Minji didn’t let Bora look away from her gaze as she watched Bora reach the point of euphoria, her legs squeezing and shaking as she orgasmed, her hand still beating herself off in her shorts, and oh my god, Minji could see the dark, wet spot from Bora’s dripping pussy decorating her crotch, and it only seemed to grow as spasms wracked Bora’s body as she road out her orgasm, a few more high pitched cries escaping her lips.

Then she collapsed back, legs falling wide open, her hand still in her shorts but no longer moving. She heaved in several breaths, staring at the ceiling, her other arm falling across her forehead.

“Fuck. I can’t believe you just watched me do that,” Bora panted “Sorry if I said anything that went too far.”

Minji smiled, and she reached out, resting a hand on Bora’s knee.

“You’re fine. I told you you wouldn’t scare me away,” Minji assured. “And thank you. You gave me… a lot to work with.”

“You’re welcome, I guess?” Bora breathed, her lungs finally evening out in their quest for oxygen. “And thanks for… watching?”

Minji giggled, and she sat up on her knees, still aware that Bora’s hand was in her shorts, which made Minji want to lick her lips – or Bora’s lips.

“Listen. Next time you feel horny… can you let me know?” Minji requested, and Bora’s eyes widened. She craned her head up to look at Minji in shock.

“Really?” Bora gawked.

“Mhm,” Minji nodded. “I really liked watching you. It was… interesting. I’d like to watch you again, if you don’t mind.”

Bora continued to gawk. She wanted Minji to do more than watch next time, if she was being honest, but she’d take what she could get.

“Then… yeah, sure,” Bora agreed.

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” Bora claimed. “I’ll let you know.”

Minji gave another bright smile.

She then leaned up, between Bora’s legs and overtop of her body, and pressed a gentle kiss to Bora’s forehead.

Bora felt her whole face light up in flames.

When Minji pushed herself off of Bora again, though still between Bora’s legs (which was almost enough to tell Minji she was already horny again), she gave Bora a sweet smile.

“Do you want to go see the cherry blossoms?”

Bora barked out a laugh.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you just watched me masturbate and now you want to casually go see the cherry blossoms?” Bora cackled. Minji laughed alongside her.

“Well we’re still friends, right? Just because I saw you get down and dirty with yourself doesn’t mean we can’t hang out,” Minji wrinkled her nose. Bora laughed again, and she was secretly grateful that Minji was showing that nothing had to change.

“Alright. Sure. Let’s go see cherry blossoms,” Bora snickered, finally pulling her hand out of her shorts and sitting up. “Let me just… go wash up and change my shorts.”

“I think that would be best,” Minji smirked. Bora scoffed, lightly smacking Minji with her clean hand, and she got up to head to the bathroom, still in awe that what just happened… happened.

Minji let out a breath as soon as Bora was out of sight. She was so turned on. But she also really wanted to see the cherry blossoms with her friend. And asking Bora to get her off too felt like it would have to end in a longer conversation, one about if they were really still just friends or not, and honestly, Minji wasn’t too sure.

But she hoped Bora would tell her the next time she was feeling turned on.

Because Minji didn’t want to ruin their friendship for anything, but…

Seeing Bora orgasm?

It made her almost consider it.

It had been a few days, and Bora had chosen to… not think about it too much. Maybe pretend it didn’t happen.

Minji had been treating her exactly the same, all kind and considerate, making silly jokes that caused Bora’s eyes to roll back into her head in exasperation, but also smile in spite of herself. The only thing she was missing out on was Minji bringing her home a pastry that “wasn’t pretty enough to sell”, since she had to wait for the bakery’s oven to get replaced (Minji had finally told Bora what happened while on their cherry blossom walk, and Bora expressed such deep relief that Minji hadn’t been injured).

Bora valued her friendship with Minji so much. She didn’t want her human urges to mess with that at all, so she hoped the both of them would move on, maybe laugh about it ten years from then.

But she would inevitably think about it. Think about what it was like to have Minji watch her. More than that, to have Minji ask to watch her. Minji wanting to watch her. It felt so crazy in her head that Bora wondered if she made it all up in some sex-brained haze.

And yet the memory was so vivid. Of Minji’s face, dark and hungry as she looked at her, knowing what she was doing, knowing what she was thinking.

And that line replayed in Bora’s head over and over.

I’m going to enjoy thinking of this later… when I cum for you, too

Had she meant it? Or had Minji just been helping her along?

Bora couldn’t know for sure without asking, and that would involve broaching the topic. But just the possibility that maybe Minji had gone into her room that night and imagined her while Minji took care of her own needs… that coupled the memory of Minji watching her… it was enough for Bora to get herself aching again. And not just because she was bored. But because she couldn’t think of anything else until she dealt with that growing feeling.

This time Bora was in the privacy of her own room, lying on her bed, pinching her nipples through her shirt. She sucked in a breath, that dull ache thumping in her crotch, and she could feel herself get hotter, wetter.

Minji had asked her to fetch her if she felt horny again. Well, she was horny. So she should be fetching Minji.

But what if it had been a heat of the moment thing? What if Minji had to awkwardly turn her down because “it had been some time and she decided that they shouldn’t do this”. Then she’d just have to walk away after admitting she was horny and pretend that Minji didn’t know what she was about to go do on her own. It would be a fast track to making things awkward between them.

Logically, Bora knew she should leave it alone. Not risk going down that path. It had been a one time thing. Anything further could just end up being… messy. And complicated.

But logic flew out the window when Bora was filled with sexual delirium.

If there was a chance Minji would want to watch her again, and how hot that would be, then Bora was maybe willing to risk the disappointment. It had probably been the best build up to an orgasm that Bora had ever experienced in her life. She wanted that feeling again.

She had gotten herself going a little, just by playing with her nipples, but she left herself untouched otherwise as she pushed herself up from the bed, nipples tight and erect against her shirt, and she left her room to approach Minji’s door quietly.

She rapped on the door lightly with her knuckles.

Bora suddenly realized she could have just texted, avoided doing this face to face, but it was too late, as Minji opened the door.

“Hey, what’s--” Minji paused as she noticed the definition of Bora’s tight t-shirt, “…up.”

Bora blew out a breath.

“You told me to come get you if I were horny,” Bora said quickly. Minji seemed to strain to tear her eyes from Bora’s chest to look into Bora’s eyes.

“Yeah, I did,” Minji confirmed, her expression growing serious. Bora swallowed hard.

“Well, I’m horny,” Bora admitted. “I wanted you to know… in case you were serious. In case you wanted to… do something about it.”

Minji slowly licked her lips.

“I was serious. I still am,” Minji confirmed, and Bora felt herself stiffen, realizing that she was about to have Minji as an audience again. Minji gave her a smile, and then held out her hand for Bora to take. “Shall we?”

Bora smiled back, blushing and feeling almost warm in how safe and accepted Minji made her feel.

She entwined her fingers with Minji’s, and gave her a gentle yank to signal to Minji to follow her.

“Thanks for this. You don’t have to,” Bora expressed, feeling sort of soft for Minji in that moment, rather than the selfish neediness that usually came with feeling turned on.

“But I want to,” Minji assured. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

Bora shot back another smile, not daring to question what that meant further, and she pulled Minji into her bedroom, closing the door over as if that would give them some privacy. They were the only ones in their apartment, anyway.

As soon as the door was closed, Bora put her arms around Minji’s neck, which made Minji seem to shrink shyly, and Bora pressed her pelvis up against Minji, and Minji seemed to gulp, looking at Bora expectantly, and Bora could’ve sworn she saw Minji staring at her lips for a moment.

“Last time you told me to pleasure myself how I wanted,” Bora started, looking over Minji under heavy eyelids. “This time… I want to know what you want to see me do.”

Minji’s eyes fell to Bora’s chest again.

“I want you to take your clothes off this time.”

Bora felt a flush course through her entire body.

“Y-yeah. I can do that,” Bora agreed, nodding nervously. Minji looked back up, giving her a comforting smile.

“I can take my clothes off too, if that’ll make you feel more comfortable,” Minji offered.

Bora sucked in a breath, and she bit her lip.

“Only if you’re okay with that,” Bora murmured.

“It’s only fair,” Minji agreed, and she put her hands at the bottom of Bora’s shirt. “May I?”

“You may,” Bora confirmed, arms leaving Minji’s shoulders to lift straight up into the air.

Minji wasted no time pulling the fabric off, and Bora’s breasts were tugged upward with the tension of the fabric, only to fall back down with a light bounce as her chest laid bare for Minji to see.

Minji could not take her eyes off of Bora’s erect nipples. She could feel herself flush, absentmindedly licking her lips, and it was taking all her willpower not to wrap her lips around either of those two peaks immediately. Not without Bora asking. That was her rule she had given herself. Bora had to ask.

Bora was also flushed, especially as she watched Minji’s tongue wet her lips. She wanted to ask Minji if she wanted to touch them, but she had given Minji the reins for this session for a reason. She wanted to know exactly where Minji stood when it came to physical attraction towards her – that maybe it wasn’t just all acting research.

The fact that she asked to do this again should’ve been sign enough, but, well, Bora would convince herself 100x over that Minji didn’t want her before she’d convince herself that Minji did, in fact, want her.

Minji took a step back, eyes still trained on Bora’s breasts, and she tugged her own shirt off.

Bora didn’t get a lot of chance to admire Minji’s bare shoulders and abdomen before Minji unhooked her bra and let it fall away, revealing her perky tits, and Bora felt her mouth water at watching Minji’s nipples harden in real time as they met the cold air.

“Wow,” Bora breathed out before she could stop herself. Minji smiled shyly.

“You like what you see?” Minji inquired, stepping forward again with a bit of a sway in her hips. Bora’s eyes grew heavier.

“Yes,” Bora admitted, taking every advantage to stare at Minji’s beauty right then.

“Me too,” Minji nodded, continuing to stare at Bora’s chest.

But Bora couldn’t imagine that Minji was truly attracted to her. Was she?

“Are you turned on?” Minji questioned, breaking through Bora’s deliberations.

“Minji, I’ve been turned on,” Bora expressed, and Minji couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“Then we better get started. Take off your pants and go lie on the bed. But leave your underwear on for now,” Minji requested. Bora released her own chuckle, even though the request filled her head with foggy thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bora winked, and Minji grinned.

“I’ll join you on the bed once I’ve taken off everything,” Minji promised, and Bora felt a lump form in her throat. Join her on the bed. None of this was possibly real. What good karma had she gathered to make this be a thing that’s happening?

Bora only managed to nod, and she turned away, shimmying out of her pants, and she cursed herself for just wearing some regular off-white panties instead of something cuter.

She didn’t dare to look at Minji, almost afraid of what she would see, and she kept her eyes trained downwards as she slid herself onto the bed, sitting at the head and taking the position she usually did when about to pleasure herself. And then she looked up.

Just in time to see Minji crawling onto the bed. And Minji had elected not to leave her underwear on. So Bora was getting the full image of Minji naked, poised like an animal stalking its prey, getting onto the end of the bed.

It was so fucking beautiful. So fucking hot.

Minji sat up, tucking her legs underneath her, and Bora could see the slit between her legs, and Bora felt her own need grow a bit more slick when she saw that Minji looked a bit slick as well.

“Holy shit. Your body should be illegal,” Bora gaped. Minji smiled bashfully at her.

“You’re one to talk. Dancing has really… toned you out in all the right places,” Minji clicked her tongue, looking over Bora’s nearly-bare body. Her eyes rested on Bora’s crotch, which Bora was helpfully putting on display by keeping her legs spread. Minji could tell she was wet by the damp fabric, and it nearly made her purr with how she could see how the fabric molded against Bora’s pussy lips. “So goddamn beautiful.”

Bora felt heat fill her whole body, both from arousal and just from feeling touched that Minji found her beautiful. Bora was pretty confident in her looks. But Minji had always been on such another level to her, so hearing that Minji thought she looked beautiful… it hit different.

“Minji… right now, this body is for you to observe. Tell me what you want,” Bora husked, her fingers twitching, more than ready to begin to feel that pleasure she’s been craving this whole time.

“You’re going to do anything I ask you to do?” Minji inquired.

“Yes,” Bora nodded. “You said watching me was interesting. So I want to fulfill your curiosity.”

“That’s sweet,” Minji smiled. “But if anything doesn’t feel good, or makes you uncomfortable, then let me know, okay? Your pleasure comes first in all this, first and foremost.”

Bora sucked in a breath.

“Deal,” Bora agreed. “And I might not be able to do everything you ask. I’m flexible, but not a contortionist.”

Minji let out a laugh at that, and the way Minji’s smile contrasted with the glow of her body, it made something claw at the pit of her stomach.

“How is it that you can be so silly and so hot at the same time? You really are the complete package,” Minji giggled. Bora smiled as Minji let out a breath, and she grew serious again. “I’ll try to keep it simple. Would you mind starting out by playing with your tits for me?”

Something about Minji saying that word “tits” drove Bora wild.

“Would love to,” Bora gulped, and she reached up her hands.

Minji watched as Bora took her nipples between her fingers, and she pinched lightly. Bora let out a whimper, the pleasure rippling down to her core, and her legs twitched, which didn’t escape Minji’s notice. She knew Bora was already probably lubricated enough as it was, but she wanted to savour this sight.

Bora bit her lip as she pinched and flicked over her hardened nipples, her legs twitching all the more, and her hips even started rolling and thrusting up from her teasing, her fingers flicking up and down more rapidly to build her pleasure.

“M-Minji?” Bora stammered. “Not… not to rush you but… what next?”

Minji grinned, seeing how eager Bora was to move on.

“Is this not enough for you?” Minji smirked.

“I mean,” Bora groaned, still playing with her nipples. “I just… usually like to end up touching my vagina at some point, but that’s just me.”

“But I thought I had all the say,” Minji chuckled.

“And I thought you said this was about my pleasure,” Bora huffed, her hips rolling up again. “Sorry. I’ll behave if you want me to. It’s just, I’m looking at your naked body and I really want to touch myself.”

Minji grinned. This is what she wanted. She wanted to make Bora frustrated, at least a little, on the off chance it would lead to begging Minji to touch her instead.

“Fair enough,” Minji cooed. “Okay, baby. You can touch yourself. But through your underwear. And slowly.”

Bora let out a grateful groan and she removed one of her teasing hands from her breasts to slide down the front of her panties, pressing down slowly like Minji asked, pulling the fabric taut, so that Minji could see even more of the definition of her plump lips.

“Mm… Minji…” Bora moaned as she started to stroke herself through her underwear, her other hand still pinching her nipple, and Minji flushed again at the fact Bora liked to think of her to get off.

“A bit better?” Minji inquired.

“Yeah,” Bora sighed, her eyes closing for a moment as she pressed her fingers down through the fabric, feeling it start to get soaked from her building wetness. Her eyes opened again soon after, looking focused and glowering as she looked over Minji’s body, feeling ecstatic that she got to see it in all its glory, and that Minji was allowing her to get off while looking upon her.

“It looks good. Looks hot,” Minji bit her lip, and she wondered if Bora could see her own pussy lips start to glisten with how they were puckering up at what Bora was doing.

And Bora could see. And she moaned, because Minji had to be getting turned on by her. She could see it. She could even see Minji’s thighs start to tense. She couldn’t deny what was right in front of her. Minji was wet.

“Minji… what else can I do for you?” Bora gasped. “I want… I want you to want me, too.”

Minji sucked in a breath.

“I do want you. How could I not?” Minji whispered.

“I thought… I thought this was just about research,” Bora panted. Minji sighed and shook her head.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Bora. And very sexy. Of course its more than just research. This is for my pleasure, too. Just watching you feels good,” Minji admitted. Bora let out another moan, and she started rubbing against the fabric a little faster. Minji let her.

“So you’re not just saying that… to get me off?” Bora inquired, and she was growing frustrated again, the underwear not giving her the traction she wanted. She wanted skin on skin.

Minji’s skin on her skin, to be precise. Now that Minji admitted she was attracted to Bora, Bora was hoping this masturbation session would lead to… more.

“Babe, I can honestly say you getting yourself off has become one of my favourite sights. Yes, I’m trying to get you off. But that’s because I really want to see,” Minji explained gently. Bora grunted, her hips rolling into her hand.

“If you want to see me get off…” Bora started, and Minji was secretly begging, yes, Bora, ask. Use your words. “Then do you want to see all of me?”

Minji squeezed her legs together, which caught Bora’s eye, based on how she breathed out another moan and started rubbing more rapidly. Minji started to hear the smack of Bora’s wet folds, and the thick wetness that derived from deeper in.

“Yes,” Minji breathed out. Bora pressed her lips together.

“Then tell me,” Bora stated, gritting her teeth. “Tell me you want to see it.”

Minji let out a small gasp, because she realized she had been holding her breath while Bora spoke.

“Bora, please, let me see you touch your pussy.”

As much as Minji wanted Bora to give in and start asking for things herself

Minji couldn’t wait any longer.

Bora smiled and her head fell back a bit, giving her nipple a couple of hard pinches and she quickly pushed down her underwear, kicking them off as soon as they were at her ankles.

Her hand went back to work immediately and Bora let out a satisfied moan as her fingers pushed around her folds, letting Minji see her plush, dripping lips, and it was driving Minji crazy how her shiny wetness was starting to spread to Bora’s thighs as well, like she couldn’t contain all of her arousal, and it was spilling out.

“For you,” Bora breathed out. “All for you. How turned on I am. It’s all because of you.”

“Holy shit, Bora,” Minji gaped, looking at Bora’s beautiful pussy, having it fill her vision, seeing how the lips and folds dragged along Bora’s fingers, curling against them, and Bora pressed them apart, letting Minji see her entrance, how inviting it looked, and Minji whimpered a little at the light smack that came from Bora opening herself wide, so moist and hot that it took effort for her walls to pull apart.

Minji wouldn’t last much longer at this point. She was about to break her own rule and ask Bora to let her touch her. But she wouldn’t waste this chance, in case it was the last time they ever did this. She wanted to see what Bora’s fingers to do to herself.

“Bora, I wanna see you finger yourself.”

Bora moaned out loudly.

“How many fingers?” Bora questioned, and Minji blew out a shuddering breath.

“However many you’re comfortable with,” Minji suggested. Bora nodded rapidly, stroking over her entrance.

“Fuck. You’re about to watch me finger myself. Fuck. Fucking incredible,” Bora vocalized it, to hear it, to hear how real it was.

“Go slow. I want to watch your pussy swallow your fingers,” Minji husked. Bora moaned again, dipping two of her fingers in.

“Whatever you want, babe,” Bora shuddered, and she pushed her fingers in, almost agonizingly slow, and Minji watched as Bora’s digits disappeared inside of her pussy, her walls stretching slightly, and it made such a tantalising wet sucking sound as Bora buried her fingers all the way up to her knuckles that Minji felt like she was going to lose her mind.

Bora held her fingers inside of herself, her cheeks pink, mouth hanging open slightly, and she waited patiently for Minji to guide her.

“Curl the tips of your fingers to stroke inside yourself. But keep it slow,” Minji instructed, her own cheeks pink.

Bora let out a breath.

“Why do you want everything to be so slow?” Bora groaned.

“Because I don’t want this to be over quickly,” Minji admitted. “Finger yourself for me, baby. Let me drink in this image.”

Bora whimpered, and she did what Minji asked, starting to curl her fingers, stroking her slick walls slowly, and her stomach jumped with every brush.

She was fingering herself

In front of Minji

This might’ve been the hottest moment Bora had ever experienced thus far.

And Minji knew Bora was being obedient, the way her two knuckles kept sliding in and out of her, coated with more of Bora every time. And Minji could see how Bora’s juices were dripping out of her hole underneath her fingers, with how wet she was. And that hot, sucking wet sound kept playing over and over again.

Minji squeezed her thighs together again.

They both whimpered.

“Am I doing good?” Bora questioned softly, her voice strained.

“Yes, baby. You’re doing so good,” Minji assured. Bora whimpered again, the muscles in her neck tensing.

“Do you like seeing my fingers inside of me?” Bora breathed, feeling herself start to tighten a bit, and she very much wanted to pick up the pace.

“I really do. I could look at this for hours,” Minji whispered. “How does it feel for you?”

“So good. I’m so… I’m getting tighter,” Bora admitted, and it made Minji gasp out a breath. “I feel really fucking good, babe. Even better with you watching it. And seeing your tits. And your pussy. Fuck. It’s all so much. Oh god. I’m throbbing for you, Minji.”

“Bora… press in deeper,” Minji requested. Bora let out a groan, flexing her wrist and pressing deeper inside herself, her knuckles firm against her pussy walls.

It shot Bora with more pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. Minji was still having her go too slow.

“Minji… M…Minji…” Bora moaned, and Minji smirked at her.

“Is there something wrong, Bora? Something you want?” Minji inquired. Bora sucked in air through her teeth.

“I want whatever you want,” Bora husked.

Then you must want me to fuck you, too, Minji thought.

“Okay, sweetheart. You can go a little faster. Just a little,” Minji urged. Bora shuddered, quickening her fingers curling inside of her just a little, as Minji wanted.

“Oh… Minji… yes. That feels good,” Bora grunted, biting her lip.

“Do you like it? Do you like fingering yourself?” Minji asked.

“Yes. God, yes. I love being buried in myself, fucking myself. It feels so good,” Bora gasped, her head falling back a little.

“Tell me more. I want to hear more about how you feel while fucking yourself,” Minji goaded, and Bora released another moan.

“Oh… Minji… it feels fantastic. I’m so wet and tight around my own fingers. Like you wouldn’t believe. And I’m pulsing, Minji. I’m clenching and pulsing and it feels so good. Oh god, I want more,” Bora cried.

“You want what?” Minji questioned.

“More,” Bora huffed. “I want more. I need more.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need… I need you.”

“What do you need from me, baby?”

“Your fingers,” Bora gasped out. “I want them to be your fingers.”

Minji smiled. Finally.

“I can make that happen,” Minji promised. “I’ve just been waiting for you to ask.”

Bora stared Minji down, lip trembling.

“Minjiiii… fuck meee…..”

“Glady,” Minji cooed.

Minji shifted to her hands and knees, and she crawled over Bora’s writhing form. Bora stilled her movements, her eyes wide, and Minji smiled down at her.

“Move your hand,” Minji requested. “That’s my territory now.”

Bora gulped, and though Minji didn’t see it, she could hear Bora’s fingers slipping out. First Minji’s hand brushed back a sweaty strand of hair from Bora’s forehead. Bora looked gorgeous underneath her, chest heaving, face soft and fresh and flushed, her eyelids drooping a bit, long exhales flooding out from between her lips.

“Minji… you realize what you’re about to do, right?” Bora questioned.

“Yeah. I’m aware,” Minji murmured.

“We can’t go back from this,” Bora warned. Minji let out a light laugh.

“I don’t think we can go back from any of this, to be honest,” Minji admitted. “Might as well go all the way.”

“Good point,” Bora muttered. She hoped… that didn’t mean their relationship would change for the worse.

“To that end,” Minji whispered, her finger tracing over the mole in Bora’s eyebrow, “I’d like to kiss you, if that’s okay.”

“You would?” Bora blinked, her breath quickening.

“Mhm. It feels right. Would you… agree?” Minji questioned, tilting her head. Bora smacked her lips together, as if preparing.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Bora muttered, leaning up and forward a bit, lips pursing. “Whatever feels best… for both of us.”

“And after I’m done with you,” Minji started to close the distance, “would you be willing to help me get off, too?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Bora smiled, eyelids fluttering.

“Good,” Minji smiled back. “Then let’s do this.”

Their smiles pressed together as Minji initiated the kiss. It was soft and tentative at first, sort of feeling each other out, even as Minji pushed Bora down onto the bed. As needy as Minji felt, she wanted to be gentle with Bora, because she was still her best friend, and she cared about her a lot. And the kiss felt incredibly… nice. She was glad she decided to try it.

But her heartbeat picked up again when she felt Bora’s hands start to caress her sides, and Minji felt how one of those hands left a particular streak of wet behind on her skin.

Minji moaned into Bora’s mouth.

She remembered, then, how much she truly wanted to ravish Bora.

So without breaking the kiss, she removed her hand from Bora’s cheek, and she reached down between them to start caressing against the damp skin of Bora’s inner thigh.

Now it was Bora’s turn to moan.

“Minji, please,” Bora panted against Minji’s mouth.

“Shh,” Minji pulled back a little before nibbling on Bora’s bottom lip. “It’s okay. I’m going to give you everything you want. I promise.”

“I want you,” Bora whimpered, hips rolling up a bit as if trying to shift Minji’s hand into her.

“You have me,” Minji assured softly, reattaching their lips, though this time she kept her mouth parted enough to have her tongue lick at Bora’s lips, and Bora eagerly opened her mouth to let their tongues meet.

With that sensation clawing at her mind and heart, and knowing she was keeping Bora’s pleading mouth occupied for now, she finally moved her hand to press her palm fully against Bora’s need, and she loved how hot and sticky it felt against her hand.

Bora moaned again, and she started gyrating her hips, trying to get some friction. Minji complied, knowing Bora had waited long enough – and honestly, so had she.

So she rubbed her flat palm against Bora’s pussy, her hand becoming hot and wet against Bora’s heat, and she kept making sure the base of her palm would rhythmically stroke over Bora’s clit every time she passed by, make Bora jump and release soft, grateful sounds into Minji’s mouth.

Minji loved hearing Bora vocalize how she was feeling.

One of those vocalizations released as an unmuffled moan as Minji temporarily removed her lips from massaging Bora’s.

“Want me inside of you?” Minji inquired with almost a growl in her voice.

“Yes. Yes, I really do. I want you inside of me,” Bora’s pleading practically came out in sobs. Bora looked up at Minji, expecting her to go back to kissing her, but Minji waited, because she wanted to watch Bora’s expression as she did this to her.

“Oh, Bora,” Minji breathed as she started to dip her two fingers into Bora’s entrance. “You really do desire me, don’t you? Makes me feel special.”

“You… you are,” Bora gasped as Minji’s fingers started slowly filling her up. “I’ve… oh my god… I’ve… fuck,” Bora took a couple of breaths, trying to get used to having Minji’s fingers buried inside of her. “I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me so badly before, Minji. I mean that.”

“Bora…” Minji breathed. “I feel the same way. I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck you. I just didn’t know if I should act on it.”

“You don’t have to wonder anymore,” Bora whimpered, thrusting her hips, begging Minji to start moving her hand.

“And it’s more amazing than I ever expected,” Minji purred, started to stroke inside Bora, the same way she had instructed her to do to herself earlier. She loved how thick and hot Bora was around her fingers, and she was turned on by the fact that her fingers were a bit longer and more slender than Bora’s, so she could reach in deeper, maybe touching Bora in a way that Bora couldn’t do for herself. “And now I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Just let me know when you’re about to cum, okay?”

“Okay,” Bora sighed, and she accepted Minji’s lips back hungrily when they fell over her own mouth again.

Minji groaned, because she got to feel what Bora was talking about earlier, about how Bora was starting to tighten, clenching around her fingers, starting to throb. Bora was throbbing for her. Just as she said.

Her own pussy ached between her legs at the feeling, as if she could feel what Bora was going through right then. Just, something about pleasuring Bora, making her feel good – or Bora feeling good in general, having herself sexually placated – it really made Minji feel good, too.

She could get used to this.

Bora’s kisses were becoming a bit less focused, her mouth starting to hang limp as more gasps and groans of pleasure filled the air. Minji was suddenly aware that it was getting harder to move her fingers. As if Bora’s pussy was sucking her in, and that felt so goddamn hot. It must be all the muscles in her pelvic region from dancing. What an incredible side effect.

It made Minji have to work harder, but that was fine. It was worth it for the strings of curses and Minji’s name that were coming out of Bora’s mouth.

“Yes, Minji, fuck me, fuck me! Oh you’re fucking me so good, Minji, fuck, don’t stop, I’m getting close, oh, fuck.”

Minji felt a buzz in her chest, because, how many times had Bora imagined this scenario when she masturbated, and now it was happening for real. It honestly filled her with pride, knowing that she was making Bora’s sexual fantasies come true.

Minji switched to kissing over Bora’s cheek and jaw, leaving Bora with enough airflow to moan out as many of the dirty thoughts filling her brain as she wanted.

“Oh, Minji, Minji, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your fingers, baby, keep going.”

Minji had no intention of stopping. In fact, she started thrusting harder, faster, all to bring Bora to the height of her pleasure.

She was doing this to Bora.

She was.

“Cum for me, baby. And then I’m going to cum for you,” Minji whispered.

Minji had once again laid an expert line at just the right moment, because Bora’s walls clenched hard around her fingers, but she still kept curling them, not daring to let Bora down now.

“Oh… oh, Minji… I’m… I’m coming… I’m…” Bora gasped out, her hips thrusting, twitching spasming, face making that beautiful expression of pleasure Minij had seen previously, but now her face seemed even more scrunched up than before. The orgasm was hitting her hard. “I’m come… I’m come… coming… I…”

Minji felt Bora dripping down her wrist as Bora’s spasming came to a stop, and her pussy felt tight and raw and spent. Bora reached down, grabbing Minji’s wrist, holding her there for a minute before she could pull out.

“That was amazing,” Bora breathed.

“Glad you liked it,” Minji gave her a soft kiss.

“Liked it? Minji that was… just… wow. Thank you,” Bora grinned happily, and Minji let out a gentle laugh.

“You’re very welcome. Can I have my hand back?” Minji requested. Bora let out a sigh.

“If you must.”

Bora released Minji’s wrist, and she felt Minji slip out of her.

Then she clutched the back of Minji’s head and brought their lips together again.

She kissed Minji, slowly, deeply, pouring in some of the affection she was feeling with her post-orgasm high, being grateful to Minji for not only being okay with how Bora was attracted to her, but actually returning that attraction. It made Bora feel like she was floating.

Minji sighed softly into the kiss, and Bora felt Minji’s fingers dance lightly along her jaw, caressing, as if encouraging Bora to keep kissing her, and Bora intended to, at least for a little bit longer.

Because she remembered what Minji had asked for, and she wanted to make sure Minji knew she remembered.

This came in the form of Bora slipping her leg between Minji’s and then lifting her thigh up to press against Minji’s slick centre, though she had an awkward angle and couldn’t put the amount of pressure she wanted to, it was enough to catch Minji’s attention.

“Bora,” Minji gasped, breaking the kiss. Bora looked up at Minji’s flushed face, her eyelids fluttering, her lips wet from Bora’s attention. She looked like she was full of desire, but this was new to them, so Bora wanted to check in.

“You still want this?” Bora questioned. Minji nodded slowly.

“Please,” Minji confirmed. Bora gave Minji a soft smile, and then her hand touched Minji’s lips and started trailing down, over her neck and across her chest, only to rest at the peak of one of Minji’s breasts, and she started flicking over her hardened nipple, causing Minji to let out a groan and push herself into Bora’s thigh.

“You can use my leg to get you going. I want to kiss you a little longer,” Bora suggested. Minji flashed Bora a heavy smile, shuddering as Bora continued to play with her nipple.

“You like kissing me, huh?” Minji chuckled, and Bora blushed, though she didn’t know why. Minji had just fucked her. Kissing should be a much simpler thing in comparison, but maybe it was because Bora felt a bit more than lust when she was kissing Minji.

“Yeah. It’s nice,” Bora murmured. Minji hummed softly and she leaned down again.

“I agree.”

Minji let Bora take her lips in her mouth again, and she arched her back enough to start rubbing herself against Bora’s thigh, spurred on by Bora’s attention to Minji’s nipple, and the feel of her soft lips.

Bora’s head felt clear after her orgasm, less hazed up from being turned on, so she felt more focused in what she could do for Minji, how to repay her, and make her feel good as well. Though, she had to admit, feeling her thigh slick with Minji’s arousal was almost turning her on all over again.

Once Bora felt a bit thicker wetness start to dribble down her thigh, Minji’s breathing becoming heavier against their lip lock, and her crotch rubbing a bit more frantically, she knew Minji was ready to feel something a bit more substantial.

So her hand left Minji’s breast and her arms locked around her, turning and flipping them so that she was the one holding Minji down on the bed now, taking the control.

She pulled away then, and Minji seemed breathless, and also a little disappointed at the removal of what was giving her pleasure just seconds ago, but she also seemed captivated by having Bora’s naked form above her now.

What she wanted to do was a lot, but so far this evening seemed to be full of openness to possibilities, and it had worked out so far, so it felt worth it to just… put it out there.

“How would you feel about me eating you out?”

Minji, who had mostly seemed pretty composed through the whole experience, widened her eyes in shock.

“I… I mean, I’d be up for it, but… that’s a lot for me to ask of you,” Minji frowned, but Bora let out a chuckle.

“You don’t have to ask. I’m offering,” Bora stated, and Minji swallowed hard.

“If you want to,” Minji expressed quietly. Bora ran her hand over Minji’s breast again, palming over her sensitive nipple.

“I want to,” Bora assured. Minji pressed her lips together, her chest heaving in a way that pressed her tits more firmly into Bora’s hand.

“Well, just based on how you kiss me… I’m curious about what that mouth of yours can do… down there,” Minji whispered, cheeks red, complexion glowing from how aroused she felt.

“I’ll try my best. I’ve never done this before, but… I think I can feel it out. I really just want to taste you,” Bora murmured. Minji let out a groan, hips rolling up, inviting.

“Do to me whatever you want. I trust you,” Minji claimed softly. Bora felt warmth fill her chest once again, and she felt a strange sense of ecstasy from knowing she was about to have Minji’s source of her desires on her tongue in a moment.

It was a moment she didn’t want to drag out too much, but she still swooped down to kiss Minji again, still expressing that affection, as if the kiss was the bridge between acknowledging they were two people with feelings and two people with human urges that needed to be dealt with.

And then Bora shifted herself down, settling between Minji’s legs, and she full took in the sight of Minji’s pussy completely unobscured, and there was almost something slight about it, something delicate, and it made Bora want to lap at it with sensitivity, as if it was something meant to be worshipped and protected.

Bora brushed her long hair back behind her shoulders and she leaned forward, stabling herself by putting her hands around the back of Minji’s thighs, and she started to kiss along Minji’s inner thigh, and she felt the muscles spasm beneath her lips in anticipation.

The very scent of Minji filled Bora’s nose, and it was incredibly intoxicating.

After nuzzling the tip of her nose against Minji’s thigh a couple of times, she turned her focus toward Minji’s needy lips between her legs, puckered and wet and ready, and Bora finally placed her tongue at the base and licked all the way up Minji’s length in a single stroke, letting the taste sit heavy on her tongue.

Now she knew why this was called eating out. Bora knew then she was willing to devour Minji right then.

“Oh god,” Minji gasped, and Bora glanced up, seeing Minji’s shocked face poking out between her breasts.

“Felt good?” Bora questioned.

“God yes,” Minji confirmed, her voice deeper than Bora had ever heard it before.

“Want more?” Bora inquired.

“Yes,” Minji breathed out, almost like a plea.

Bora took the permission and ran with it, licking up Minji’s length again, and then again, feeling Minji’s legs twitch around her every time, and Bora heard as Minji moaned with pleasure at having her pussy licked.

After a few more licks, where Bora’s tongue was flat and lingering as it tugged the skin of Minji’s folds along with it, she wrapped her mouth over much of Minji’s arousal, and she started to lick more rapidly, running her tongue along and between her folds, ensuring to flick over Minji’s clit when she reached that high.

“Oh, Bora, yes, that feels good. Mm. Your tongue feels so good,” Minji moaned, enjoying every lick and suck Bora was giving her. “Bora… more… I want your tongue to fuck me.”

Minji wasn’t sure if that was too much to ask, but if it was, Bora didn’t seem to show it, because instantly Bora’s was tonguing at her entrance, teasing it, pressing the tip of her tongue just at the edge of her hole, licking the circumference, feeling it stretch as Bora’s tongue continued to tease at it.

Minji released a high-pitched sound that she’s never heard herself make before.

“This what you want?” Bora asked, though she already sort of knew the answer, based on the sounds Minji had been making.

“Yes, Bora. I want your tongue to taste what’s inside me,” Minji husked, and Bora let out her own moan at the sentiment, which vibrated against Minji’s pussy and only heightened her pleasure.

Then Bora pushed her tongue past that threshold, and she started lapping at Minji’s inner walls greedily, which made Minji release more shouts of passion that she couldn’t contain, from somewhere deep inside her that she didn’t know existed.

Bora was curling her tongue, lapping up Minji’s juices that were thick on her tongue, and in her mouth, and she swallowed everything that continued to spill out of Minji, and Bora was suddenly so aware that she was drinking Minji, and how amazing that felt, and how she’d happily do so for a lot longer.

“Bora, babe, yes, tongue-fuck me. I’m getting so close. This feels amazing. I want to cum with your tongue licking inside of me. Oh fuck, Bora. Bora. Bora.”

With Minji’s words caressing her ears, Bora knew she wouldn’t get to do this as long as she wanted, but considering how much she was affecting Minji, based on her words and the pussy juices dribbling down Bora’s chin, she figured it was a good trade off.

But she wanted Minji to feel even better. She wanted to see just how much Minji would fill up her mouth as she came, so she hooked one of her arms over Minji’s legs and started rubbing small circles over Minji’s clit as well.

“Holy shit, Bora. That’s—oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this. Holy… fuck… Bora, don’t stop. Please. I’m… I’m gonna cum. I—oh, Bora, keep fucking me. Keep going. Yes. Yes. I’m almost there, babe. I’m almost… fuck. Bora.”

Bora shoved her tongue in deeper, moving it as if thrusting, simulating for Minji the feeling of getting truly fucked, and her fingers rubbed harder, faster over Minji’s clit. And Bora felt Minji start to spasm against her mouth.

Bora was far too excited to taste Minji’s orgasm, and she didn’t have to wait much longer.

“Oh, Bora… I’m coming!”

Minji moaned out her release, and she thrusted forward against Bora’s hot mouth, and Bora felt the rhythmic throb of Minji’s pussy against her lips and tongue as she orgasmed, her release spilling into Bora’s mouth like she wanted, and she drank her more, not getting enough of Minji coming into her.

When Minji’s legs collapsed down, Bora finally pulled away, her mouth and chin soaked from the remnants of Minji, and she licked her lips and wiped some of the rest of it off with her wrist. Minji was breathing heavily, but she leaned up, hooking her hands under Bora’s arms, pulling her up to be above her again, and she tried to kiss her.

But Bora pulled away.

“Minji… you’re… all over my face,” Bora muttered, frowning.

“It’s fine,” Minji sighed, tugging Bora back in and kissing her.

Minji did taste herself, but she didn’t mind, knowing it was mixed with Bora’s mouth, too.

“Mmm… that was excellent. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before,” Minji mumbled after Bora laid down beside her, and they both stared up at the ceiling.

“So… are we… friends who have sex now?” Bora questioned. Minji turned her head, looking at Bora, seeing the wet evidence still on her jaw.

“I don’t see why not,” Minji stated. “I know both of our careers are… hard, and frustrating to get a foothold, and it’s nice to have someone I trust that I can just… blow off steam with.”

Bora turned her head to look at Minji.

“And it doesn’t bother you? That we're both girls?” Bora inquired carefully. Minji let out a sigh.

“Honestly, I don’t feel the need to think about it too much. I’d rather listen to my body, and my body knows you can make it feel good. That’s enough for me,” Minji mumbled. “And I want to continue helping you feel good as well.”

“You do make me feel good,” Bora admitted. “But, then, okay. Yeah. Let’s be friends who have sex. I think I have no complaints about that, after what we just did.”

Minji unleashed a bright smile, and she took a finger to wipe a bit of herself off of Bora’s cheek.

“Yeah… I look forward to seeing what else we can do for each other in the future.”